The Wildflower’s Way
I did not bloom in gardens neat,169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡA9doca4Lyd
where hands decide what’s bright, what’s sweet.169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWUBMOSHVbm
I grew where roots must weave alone,169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡATZB59EJwG
where rain was fierce, where winds had blown.
And though I stand in untamed land,169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡWYnOy1CA82
no careful touch, no guiding hand,169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡgHZcVL9itC
my petals shine in golden light—169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4FJhuPyJdW
proof that I was always right.
For beauty’s not a measured thing,169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKEu7JYgY0V
not only found in springtime’s ring.169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡK0W9jjcFgN
It lives where wild hearts choose to stay—169Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFdsbzWugcQ
untamed, unbound, in their own way.
