Buttercups

The little girl used buttercups

Beneath her chin to find her luck

Amongst the fields of grass so green

Her solitude with nature beamed

And as she peeked across the plains

A neighing pony came untamed

Out she reached her tiny hand

And rode the hills across the land

Through daisy fields, across the lakes

The untamed pony gave no brakes

And wild is, as wild does

The little girl buzzed and buzzed

For freedom reigned within their bond

Adventures gained to their beyond

And lay in place where she grew up

She never forgot her buttercup

Beside the old oak tree stood firm

Where roots were strong and lessons learned

And wild crusades will speak their truths

When both begin to lose their youth

And home will be where roots returned

With tales to tell and fears they churned

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