Dandelion

Beauty is seen in the rose.

Crimson red.

Swirling pedals.

The key to the heart of all. Nothing else compares, or so I thought.

I venture to the Black tusk. Hours of hard hiking on dirt and rock trails, and there I find it. A flower, simple as it is, that surpasses the rose; embedded in a field of purple, red and white. It brings balance to the valley in which it thrives. Bright and yellow it creates warmth like the sun. Its small stature brings about a glow that warms one from the core. Its mixture of soft and strong is unknown to most. It was here that I saw true beauty in myself, the Dandelion.