Feeling a bit wild, wild flower?
Why do you ask, wise oak?
I see the way you look into the horizon today, the way your skin tingles of the thought of riding the wind. How you miss being wild with the bears and wolves. And how you day dream of the great wide some where. Grow, grow wild and free. I will miss you but I know you will return when you need.
Why am I worried? I know what I need to know.
Then go.
YOU ARE READING
Wild Flower Thought So.
PuisiMother Nature and Wild flower poems. And wise oak. It sounds really lame. Probably is. But I enjoy writing these so idk. This is a WIP. so enjoy.
