Wildflowers

The wildflower begins its life as a seed Within itself it contains all it will need Along with the rain and the sun to feed To become something we can't it will succeed For despite the problems that around them lie The wildflower stays beautiful as time goes by Not realizing we no longer stop to see Or care anymore how fragile they can be They continue to fill the air with their sweet perfume But as time goes by we give them less and less room More concrete and cities in their path now loom I'm afraid their future could hold some serious gloom So as down this road of life you race The next time you happen upon a place Where wildflowers put a smile on your face Take the time to stop and pick yourself a vase! ©Donna Jones