A Pretty Yellow Dandelion

There is a pretty yellow dandelion
That grows by my back door.
Today I saw it in a way
I never have before.
I saw it as a work of art
That brightens up my day,
No longer was it just a weed
To pull and throw away.
I thank the Lord
For opening my eyes
So I may see,
All the beauty that is found
In such simplicity.
Traveler On The Path