wildflowers

Against a green sea

Blades moving through the breeze

Grows a wildflower

Its petals a bright, clear white

It bobs its head in the summer sun

Like it's swaying in time

This wildflower remains, long after the grass has withered

And the trees are silvery with frost

It will stay there until spring dawns again

And it is no longer alone

Surrounded by others, they will sway

Their petals billowing

From spring till fall

Until ice coats the branches again

And their colors turn to mud

And slowly die away

Their heads bowed until spring

Until the sun finds them