Poetry by Me

Wildflower

The older you are
The harder you fell
With each day life went on
A small part of you died
But my sweet wildflower
You where never meant to be tamed.
The path you follow is long and hard.
Painted in obstacles from the small
To
Large.
Some will take longer then others.
But you my dear will go
Far.
The Stars being your bounty
The sky your limitless wander.
Let the world be your muse.
The wind your guild
The water your mother
Fire will be your friend allowing you to dance.
In the warmth ,and love of life even on the darkest
Of nights.
The cold will never touch you.
As you grow many will try
To pluck you from the adventure the
World
Has laid before you.
The choice lays in you.