Look what I have found
a tiny flower
It is tangible and real
its substance is extraordinary
and I love its feel
the scent is wild and special
each petal soft and I
have an affiliation with it
by and by
twisting it in my fingers
its identity
Could it be a Dandelion
a uniformity
of colour
likened to no other
a bitter taste maybe
its mine and I will keep it
in its supremacy
I am aware that I could crush it
but that would not be right
it transcends certain others
who also seek the light
its whole, a true completeness
a real integrity
every aspect detailed
and unbroken thankfully
an order and a harmony
arranged in such a way
its petals, pure and simply laid
It has no middle way
an assemblage of softness
of originality
conforming to its blueprint
and to eternity.