Buttercups

A long, long time ago,
When I was drenched in sorrow,
I came across a flower:
It wasn’t anything special,
But to me it was,
It made me fly away:
All alone in a clearing of green,
The soft petals woven by nature,
The canary center smiling softly,
And the sunlight which drowns it in joy.

Little green buds are vacant still,
But only one has risen yet:
When they open they’ll see the sky,
The life, the joy, the peace they have:
My sorrow has been shed,
Like a flower, the first to bloom is the start of many,
And I thought,
My now gone sorrow is only the first:
The first of climbing back to the sun,
The first of blooming back to joy.

It doesn’t matter where I am,
The mood, the time, or place:
When I’m alone and drenched in sorrow,
The buttercups will always bring me back.