Wild Flowers
Her beauty concealed,
And never revealed,
To those who walk carelessly by.
Adorn in simplicity,
She sways with divinity,
As the wind flows steadily by.
For those that aren’t careful,
Her sweet leaves they will trample,
And coldly leave her to die.
So look in field of open space,
And take note of her pattern like lace,
For her life, so simple, is beauty-
To those who walk carefully by.
Copyright © Ann Hoffmann | Year Posted 2009
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