Wildflower

My wild flower,
In a dying green meadow,
Your beauty flourishes;
Bright red and beautiful,
A waterfall of extravagant love.
You thrive in a dying environment,
Each blade of grass yellowed;
Dying from abandonment.
But you, wildflower;
Are the very essence of my being.
Your love nurtures me;
Caressing the broken parts of me that I have yet to tend to.
My wildflower;
So gently beautiful,
Each petal of yours vibrant with color;
You are alive and strong.
Your stem a bright green;
Like that of the leaves of a tree on the end of a summer night;
Rustling in the breeze.
Your roots run deep into the brown soil,
And wrap around my heart,
Holding you strong within your place.
How I love you so,
My glorious wildflower.
You can never be broken,
Only bent.
I cherish your beauty for it is hard to come by;
And even in the dead of a storm,
Rain drops pounding your pedals,
Puddling around you,
You do not drown.
You, wildflower
Are the very essence of my being;
And Oh; how I love you so