Oh budding wild flower
Unfolding into unknown reality
Do you ever see the colors of life?
Not potted by concepts, or
watered by love
You smile and sway; without
wondering why or how
Hounded by flies and swarmed by
bees
What nurtures you, but the coldness
of the breeze!
With Petals reaching out to the unseen
heavens
Without thoughts and minds to
hinder you
Oh budding wild flower
How happy you seem !
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