The Wildflowers In fields untouched, wildflowers bloom, A riot of colors, a joyous shout, Each petal unique, a story of the earth, Dancing in the wind’s soft breath, They sway and nod, a gentle chorus, Celebrating life in unison, Their roots tethered in the soil, Yet reaching for the sky, A symbol of resilience, Thriving amidst the wild, Nature’s exquisite artistry, A fleeting moment of beauty, Here today, gone tomorrow, But never forgotten.

• Mario Carli