He stands there in the middle of the lawn
A splash of colour in a sea of green
An introduction to the breaking dawn
The brightest sight from all round to be seen.
A yellow circle like the very sun
A friendly warmth emitting from his glow
A stalwart flower yet a lonely one
In one-off isolation does he grow.
One of many he would rather be
With fellow yellow buddies all around
Though all the rest are now but history
Hacked with incompassion to the ground.
He'll follow them ere long with all due speed.
To those who rule the roost he's just a weed.
