The Wild Flower

The wild flower sways,

Bending in the breeze,

Curling it’s stalk to kiss the grass,

Splaying it’s petals attractively

 

The wild flower sits,

Where a rare human eye might glance

But not understand it’s simple beauty,

Being at one with the bees and the butterfly’s

 

The wild flower blooms,

Amongst the wispy grasses of spring,

Shining all through the summer,

The proof of natures craft.

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