Wildflower

by Savannah Hunter   Nov 23, 2016


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

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  • 7 years ago

    by Jyoti Rawat

    Nice poem.

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Savannah, such a lovely write! Well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Brenda

    Savannah, such a lovely write! Well done-

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Savannah,

    This is a beautifully written piece. You really are a talented addition to the site.

    All the best,

    Ben

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