To a child, everything is special.
Our slow morning ramble halted
as she crouched down to the ground.
I watched her tiny fingers plucking
the dandelion she had found.
She touched the yellow gently
then toddled to my side.
"Flower," she said of her treasure
with a smile a mile wide.
I could not help but smile.
She was so proud of the little weed.
Quite a lesson from this little child,
a new perspective is all we need.