Pantoum of Wildflowers


Petals of purple paint
the trails I walk each day.
Each year I swear their beauty spreads -
an earthy canvas so vivid, so alive.

These trails I walk each day
were once much greener, not long ago.
This earthy canvas, so vivid, so alive
with buzzes and chirps - little creatures galore!

Once much greener, not long ago,
I wondered where these flowers came from.
Did the buzzes and chirps (little creatures galore)
bring with them little seeds and pollen?

I still wonder where these flowers came from.
Did a wind blow in from other places - other trails?
Did it bring with it little seeds and pollen?
Planting foreign roots in a land unknown?

I guess we all blew in from other places, other trails.
Each year I swear our beauty spreads.
Planting foreign roots in lands unknown
like these petals of purple paint have.

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