Yellow perfection

Beginning of summer,
long, green grass,
reaching to the sky.
and in the midst,
yellow.

Dandelions sprout.
sun bathed petals,
dipped in white frosting
speckle the ground with
yellow.

Swaying in the gentle breeze,
a symbol of childhood innocence,
why are they called weeds?
Something so perfect, can only be
yellow.

Summer is closing,
Flowers are wilting,
The dainty petals
are being replaced with fuzz, no longer
yellow.

Yet still as they blow away,
there is no sadness
for you know that when next summer
rolls around, the ground will be sprinkled with
yellow.