The Wild Iris

I noticed the wild iris in a cold morning As cold as people's faces looking to me They have been over there waiting For not being ignored by me Since falling apart from life's orbit I've met a few flowers without an expect Either overflowing with fragrance tide Or standing tall, slim with pride We are unknowns but have familiar As acquaintances meet with surprise I've assured that they were soft and quiet With desires flowing out of their eyes The nobility they have is as queens As if the creator makes the intention To gift hopes to the helpless passers-by of lucky and joyful blessed lives