Whispers of white surround the world,
Some are high and some are low.
Effortlessly delicate, they float through the wind.
Some to be wished on and others to sow.
Moments pass and roots take their place.
Some will grow strong and others grow deep.
White shifts to yellow, just blink and you'll see.
Some will say flower and some will say weed.
I say this because you're one and the same.
Some called you helpful, others thought waste.
You floated into my heart's very core.
Some say right through, but I say encased.
