The Wildflower

Amidst the brambles, shy and sweet, A wildflower blooms, the heart’s delight; With colors bold, and petals neat, It dances in the morning light.

No garden care, no master’s plan, Yet here it thrives, a humble grace; A lesson taught by Nature’s hand, A story told in every place.

Let not the fleeting moments fade, For in the wild, a truth we find; The life that’s free, the heart unmade, In nature’s arms, our souls unwind.

• Helen M B M Maud