Wildflowers
written by: Maria Evelyn Quilla Soleta
Wildflowers grow
And flourish wherever they want to.
They delight in the Sun.
They dance with the Wind.
The Birds take them elsewhere
They do not know.
In June, the Rains come.
In December, the Snow.
With roots buried in the deep,
God, watches so.
The biting Frosts go
To herald Spring.
Then Summer follows!
Out in the meadow
In Clouds of white,
In Skies of blue,
I see
An Ocean of wildflowers
Their lovely petals show!
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