Wildflowers
Gently dancing in the sun
Wildflowers grow;
they bloom,
are gone.
With no thoughts,they have no cares;
Yet their lives are gentle prayers.
May I walk in such a way
That I am alive to this day.
So I see with widening view,
And joy and sorrows embrace too.
Then my time will come like yours...
And of us nothing shall endure.
As to the earth our bodies go,
All are one;it shall be so
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