Golden gifts .

Out beyond the weeds and nettles of fear that strangle and sting a bit more each day . There is an open space of tranquility a field filled with sun kissed buttercups . From the muddying footprints left from solace seekers come flowers gifted with the colour of the sun . Golden petals that beckon you with a fluidity to escape the thistle thorns boldly standing tall as the instigator of negative thoughts which they thrive upon . The buttercups though are clever seedlings finding their own space they appear as ones then twos and gather their strength to become a chorus of resplendent warmth wrapped in flaxen hues and dancing in the wind . They flourish and grow in abundant generosity with a genuine passion to soothe
as if you just found your pot of gold at the
end of trepidation to fearlessness and dissipating frowns to soft smiles growing into laughter lines .