“But I have nothing to give,” said the buttercup shoes.
“Hush, sweetest of butter yellow blossoms,” the heart replied, “to give is all you have. Be your most beautiful selves, your most butter-soft, hard wearing, radiant with yellowness selves. Clasp weary feet in a gentle embrace and never fail them. Then the day will come when you are worn out with giving. Your leather will be cast away but your heart will be as bright as the sun itself”.
Hearing this, the yellow shoes were filled with joy.

No. 45 in my 365 project.