Today I am a wildflower.
Blowing in the breeze
with not a care in the world.
I am curious about everything.
And excited to see where the day takes me.
I am noticed
but not searched after.
For most see me as a weed.
A pretty, but still something that
crowds the flowers planted by the planter.
But I do not mind.
Because I go where the wind blows.
I twirl and
Because what is not to love about the day?
I go with almost every color and though it might get cold I have strength to grown on the toughest soil.