Wildflowers
I didn't know the blithe Flower Child.
Whose singing, dancing others said wild
One with flowers and love in her song.
She was a wildflower all along.
Wildflowers bloomed for miles and miles.
We looked at them and broke out in smiles.
They borrowed their tints from rainbow's hues
Then traded sips of light-falling dew.
The flower child was eager to share
her home with those painting art in air.
Sampling exotics and leaves unnamed
In tie-dyed shirts, ponytails untamed.
Wildflowers that grew spontaneously
Nature designed to live wild and free.
To feel summer's breeze blowing their blooms.
Growing askew, we knew, faeries groomed.
Flower child had a message, you see.
Altho said psychedelically.
She wanted a world in peace at last,
her Heart ached for young souls passed
The wildflowers had a message, too:
If you want flowers, trees and a view,
Our voices cry we can't go alone
Someday, rivers will dry up like stone.
Flower Child but a memory now.
Her message of peace was lost somehow.
Blossoms have died, love no longer shared.
Looking back now, I wish more had cared.
Seasons changed, rain comes seldomly now;
Or, torrents come, flooding earth and bough.
Wildflower patches have grown so small,
Soon there'll be no wildflowers at all.
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