Today I’m a daffodil.
A flower of new beginnings.
A flower of hope.
Once forgotten under ancient Roman rule, the English later plucked the stems amongst the weeds and gave them a home in the garden.
Today I’m in the garden. No longer surrounded by weeds. Contentment has taken root. I’m alive again, planted in firm soil. The world seems bright and I bend towards the source of the warmth.
I’m touching the sky, or so it seems. All is quiet. Peaceful. I claim the moment as mine.
I’ll remember this day. I’ll remember all that’s good.
I am a daffodil.