Daffodil..

Never have I found bright colors nice. The younger me remembers yellow house daffodils “blaaar” me throwing up.

But here I am and every thing yellow is right.

Her hair heitlary placed to the side.

The good and upright I see oozing out of her, adjusting securities.

It makes me smile. Her mind a write up for scholarly exploits.

The young shall take grow and take over as the old fade away.

Her time for growth is now, the ownership of a circular gold lace finger jewelry.

This yellow gem with red apple arcs, transitionally opening saying words of knowledge or just words most famous for a 6 letter transitional word “anyway”.

Her laughter short precise and interesting.

The yellow daffodil of the department, it's bright light in the mist of black.

I just wanna say thanks for making some days bright.