Wildestflower

I am found in the wild I am found in the trees and still no one seems to look for me. There in the sky and washed by the rain am still awaken by the bare rays of sun to dry me until am bloomed. Still no one looks for me. There in the breeze, where the clouds move I start to believe maybe no one will choose me. Still in the mist of my it all I can't bare to notice my fall. Summer days are almost over And I will soon just be a seed again.