Wildflower

You are a wildflower. You cannot be tamed. It won't even be attempted. You cannot be domesticated. Only looked at for one's pleasure. You aren't meant to be loved, only admired from afar. Maybe nice to touch and feel, but that it all. You will be used for one's connivence, but not your own. You will stay ripe and beautiful for your viewer's glory, but at your own cost. Yes, my purple one, you will be used. Indeed, your seductive colors will earn you attention, but only temporarily. A trophy, you will be sometimes. But what else did you expect when you became a wildflower? You are one flower amongst a million. What makes you different? You will never know because the emotions of your colors will not let you think that far. You will have various admirers and they will use your beauty to their advantage. Because you are a wildflower and for no other reason. You are meant to stay out in the rain to be caught in the storm. It is only so you can grow. What did you learn, bright yellow one? Whatever you do don't let the admirer take control of you and pick you from the very foundation God grew you from! It's your sanity! It's your life, pink one! When your petals become too heavy let the breath of God carry that away. For you are a wildflower and like a tree, you will always be here. No storm and no admirer can break your fragile stem and tear your delicate petals. You are a wildflower. Beautiful and untamed.