Wildflower’s Secret

Wildflowers are beautifully chaotic-Pivoting forward,
Rebelling sideways,
Or falling backwards-
Few erect.

Unique with silent stories,
Pointless screams of explanations
Harness seeds of truth-
Unwillingly kept.

We value beauty;
Erring perfection for healthy-
Disregarding trials of experience-
Blurring weakness and strength.

Descending backwards, invisible and unheard-
Perceived lifeless,
As others beauteously leapt.

My judgment differs little,
fortunate of fate
By chance of direction;
I saw the flower you are-
The pivotal rebel-
Vivaciously soaring ahead.

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