Wild Flower I am a wild flowerAm independent thinkerCultivated by experience and wisdomI grew from the nurturing soul of the earthNature was my play groundI have endured heat waves and rain stormsThrough droughts and changes in weatherMy roots have been testedHands deep in the soul of the earthFrom the sandy, silt, clay soils of mother nature’s textureI have found harmony in the rolling hills and peace in the beauty of the sunMy roots have found their way to regenerate season after season Dandelions are the wild beauty that reminds us of the sun’s grace in a precious golden colorNever underestimate the artsy that a wild flower can bringAuthentically original and beauty that is uniqueA wild flower will bloom whereverMost will thrive in the earth’s majestic meadows, wetlands and in its magical woods tooWe have many namesBut we will forever remain wild at heart Written by Courtney Elford
Poetry from the mind of a photographer
