The Wildflower's Song

Oh humble little wildflower – You smile!
So wistfully at the world profound.
Have you no grief?
Unmoved you stand, half-buried in ground!

The Sun rising, gives you
Such joy…you mockingly display?
Have you no thought?
Of the dusking blackness that kills the day.

Are you unlike the mortal crowd?
Chained to remorse, regret, daily strife;
Strained to breathe, to stand, to survive;
Hanging on to fleeting life!

Wherefrom do you find the force,
To merrily sway through bellowing gales?
When Oaks get felled but you prevail,
Oh humble wildflower, have you no shame!

So stubborn in your arrogance!
So proud in your vulgar mirth!
Have you no heart?
To live and laugh on woeful Earth!

Are not we of an equal sufferance?
With doubts & fears of life & death.
Have you no worries, O little wildflower,
Rooted to your spot as you draw your breath?

"T’is by nature so fashioned for me,
To be a captive, spend my age bound.
To bear the storm and sun alike,
Undeterred to stand, half-buried in ground"

"Travelers as you are spoilt for choice,
We wildflowers have but a simple one.
To waste our springtime fearing winter,
Or sing through the winter awaiting Sun!

"The Maker gave me but one role,
To meekly witness the world go by;
In this alone I make my choice,
To bloom & live or whither & die"

"We’re different creatures with separate lives,
Born of the same soil, both you and I;
But to waste the seasons of existence in lament,
Is to stop living before its time to die!"

"The day is nigh when my glory fades.
Soon, I shall be like all – no more!
But in our ending we are all united;
With none-the-wiser what fate has in store?"