wildflowers blossom in
the depths of my soul.
they come in hues of
violet and some in gold.
the roots spread throughout
me in winding roads;
my veins collecting pollen
everywhere they go.
they're watered by
kind words and loving smiles.
I wish you could see them,
they stretch for miles and miles.
every chance of sunshine is a
magical reward
and suddenly there's more fields
of flowers to be relished and adored.
