Wildflowers
Colored wildflowers form
In fields of grassy green
They don’t recall, the day they were born
They only love to be seen.
In fields of grassy green
They claim their place in life
They only love to be seen
Though they are, scarred by strife.
They claim their place in life
They beautify the land
Though they are, scarred by strife
They’re placed by Gods’ own hand.
They beautify the land
Like colors on a palette
They’re placed by Gods’ own hand
They couldn’t grow without it.
Like colors on a palette
They blend well in a field
They couldn’t grow without it
At home there, they can feel.
They blend well in a field
Wildflowers that are born
At home there, they can feel
Colored wildflowers form.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2014
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