Among the stillness of the trees lost to all but a summer breeze.
It grows and blossoms ever fair yet no one sees it shining there.
Wildflower
Among the stillness of the trees,
lost to all but a summer breeze.
It grows and blossoms ever fair,
yet no one sees it shining there.
Lost within its innocence,
never announcing its presence.
The color of an autumn sky,
a dream set to live, then to die,
without us ever knowing,
the beauty silently growing.
A wildflower lost among the trees,
touched only by a summer breeze.