Borne On the Wind

In my garden flowers grow, But I did not plant them though. Borne on the wind, wild seeds found Just by chance my piece of ground. Through the winter months they slept, Beneath the soil, safely kept. Then when springtime called anew, Their time had come, so they grew. A riot of colour filled my plot, Wild flowers grew in every spot. What could a spirit be but lifted, To see the beauty nature gifted.