Reach for the sky my yellow buttercup;
Towards the sun spread your petals wide.
Let its warmth and vitality blossom you;
To your Creator, spread your happy glow in pride.
Amid the clouds you stand in brilliance,
Growing without the aid of human hands.
Beaming like a sun blossom on the ground;
Flourishing colorfully in green grass you stand.
Yesterday afternoon while rushing around doing errands I happened to pass by a field full of bright yellow buttercups, genus Ranunculus. I stopped to gaze upon the cheerful sight, remembering how I, as a child each spring, would gather bouquets of these sunny spring weeds.
Once home, I did a little research and thought it interesting to find out that, in the U.S. and Canada, there are 36 wild-growing buttercup species and that all buttercups are poisonous when eaten fresh by cattle, horses, and other livestock. Their acrid taste and the blistering of the mouth caused by their poison means they are usually left uneaten.