The Wild Iris

I noticed the wild iris in the morning As few people were looking for me It seemed that they were waiting For not being ignored by me Since falling into life's orbit I've met a few flowers with no expect Either overflowing with fragrance tide Or standing tall, slim with pride We are not known but with familiar As acquaintances meet with surprise I assured that they were soft and quiet As desires flow out of their eyes They might be as noble as queens As if the creator makes the intention To gift hopes to the helpless passers-by of lucky and joyful blessed lives