The Wildflower’s Way
I did not bloom in gardens neat,210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡyUGx3W2qcK
where hands decide what’s bright, what’s sweet.210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJzRDEed8JE
I grew where roots must weave alone,210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡfPD4O6t24w
where rain was fierce, where winds had blown.
And though I stand in untamed land,210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4LVkIb2eKx
no careful touch, no guiding hand,210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ2phBa6D2vj
my petals shine in golden light—210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡlHKtbWlHP4
proof that I was always right.
For beauty’s not a measured thing,210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡHbCTFcIAua
not only found in springtime’s ring.210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ4iw0QBvQct
It lives where wild hearts choose to stay—210Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEbULTmNdTs
untamed, unbound, in their own way.
