The Wildflower

Amidst the grove where wildflowers bloom, In colors bright, dispelling gloom; Each petal speaks of life’s embrace, In nature’s hand, a sacred place.

The bees are drawn, the butterflies play, In fragrant light of joyful day; Their dances weave a soft refrain, In every hue, life is regained.

Let wildflowers grace the soul’s terrain, Where beauty reigns and hearts are plain; For in their whispers, we can see, The essence of what life can be.

• Philip Webb