Anemone

Amid colorful roses, and lovely dahlias, within a garden, I found my space in a corner, a wildflower bred by no one, Though my mistress wished to uproot me as a weed, I was firmly grounded. My roots so tangled didn’t come off easy, and I refused to budge an inch. So, I was allowed to be there amid the other plants. When she watered her garden, I absorbed some aqua molecules like a sponge. When she manured her plants, I drew nourishment like a famished child. When butterflies befriended lovely flowers, I stayed silent, with a secret craving for an amorous moment. When the season came, I burst into bloom, outshining all other flowers. Yes, I am an Anemone resembling close to Poppy or Dogwood. On my delicate stem, I am cradled by the lullaby of the wind. Now I stay so confident, smile so easily, and laugh without care. I can grow where I like, you cannot tame me, I am a wildflower…!