The clock was running and the hour late
my mind was racing at a crazy rate
the traffic on the road oh so dense
big trucks roared by, their drivers tense.

My mood was blue but I looked up
and saw a sprinkled wealth of buttercup.

And then I knew even in delay
the fate awaiting later in the day
would not be something I had to fight
for I’d remember this splendid sight.

By the road bluebonnets ablaze
swaying in the wind giving praise.

If on my path misfortune I cross
when I encounter pain and suffer loss
I hope I can recall the glory of this drive
give thanks I too am alive.

I hope on my journey I’ll look up
and see the sprinkled wealth of buttercup.

Written 4-11-17
Revised 5-10-18

05/10/2018

Author's Note: Author’s Note: This is a repost and revision - the original from 4-11-17. Driving this morning on Texas highways April was bursting with joy. The wildflowers are magnificent, especially the buttercups, also known as pink evening (or showy) primrose, or pink ladies.

Posted on 05/10/2018
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