Wildflowers

You masterful muses of beauty and grace -

Of freedom and perseverance.

Your beauty plagues the world

With smiles of fresh air.

How enchanting you are among giants!

You prowl - bold yet subtle.

My neck aches as you present yourself to me,

For I cannot turn away.

But really, I know not of your power.

Unable to comprehend your strength,

I find myself wanting to cry tears of pure bliss;

Your beauty is too potent for such an infant.

As I am but a newborn in your world,

I will insist on enjoying your majesty all day.

Though what am I to do

When the season changes and these days are all gone?

I must remain strong.

This season will return,

And how blessed it will be to cry again -

To rediscover your beauty. 

So please -

Dance your dance,

Sing your song,

Stand your ground,

And let your colors shine -

For the small things change this world -

This beauty.

For you have changed my world -

My beauty.

Thank you, wildflowers.

Thank you.