In a tranquil breeze the wildflowers dance

I think of life and I think of chance

And while roses and dahlias are quite a show

It is the wildflower I’d rather know

Though the others saw a troublesome mess

The wildflower always cared very less

By the gurgling stream and the thunderous sun

The wildflower picked a wishful run

It chose the life and was never envied

Never grafted for love, never bought for seed

For how would you like it, if you were wild

Yet when they walked by, they never sighed

If words could be empty but still could mean

The heart closed but the mind still keen

And so whenever a wildflower I see

I get reminded of me

A flower that could never be

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