Wildflower

WILDFLOWER WILTED, MEEK AND TIRED AS CAN BE AWAITING A DROP OF RAIN I RAISE MY PETALS TO FACE THE SUN I’M LIKE THEM WE ARE THE SAME YOU SEE ME HERE BUT YOU DON’T CARE YOU NEVER PAY ME ANY MIND BUT I STILL RAISE MY PETALS TO BLOOM THOUGH I’M NOT YOUR CHOSEN KIND ONE DAY I’LL GET THAT DROP OF RAIN POURED OUT FROM THE SKY AND I WILL STRETCH MY PETALS OUT REGARDLESS OF THE LIE THAT SOMEHOW I AM LESS THAN THOSE FLOWERS YOU TEND SO MUCH I WILL FLOURISH FROM THE SKYS' PURE LOVE WITHOUT YOUR GENTLE TOUCH.