Moonset Dreams

The last couple of weeks have been heavy.

I was recently reminded of when, just over four years ago, my daughter (9) and I went walking through the woods in the early spring. We came upon a daffodil growing in the forest, all alone, but holding its own despite the snow and the shade of the evergreens. It was a bright spot of beauty on a dull day, and it inspired us to write this little poem together. Today I look back on that memory fondly, and try to remember, that though we are small, we are not powerless. “From the mouth of babes,” so they say…

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Little daffodil

growing in the woods 

Where did you come from? 

How many never see your beauty 

tucked away as you are? 

Yet still you shine 

For you know it is not admiration 

that makes you beautiful 

You need no validation 

Little and bright 

you stand among giants 

Never wavering 

Just waiting 

for a stray traveler to walk by  

You are magic in the forest, 

little daffodil 

You are light in the dark 

Surprise and wonder all wrapped up  

in delicate white and yellow petals 

Thank you, little daffodil

for the reminder

that even though we are small

we are not powerless

That just being is sometimes enough

to make the world brighter