How I am enjoying your perfect curves. Wrapped in gentle light and swelling below, in the darkness,where your soul is found. Where you try hide the things, you just cannot hide from me. For they will be revealed in time, inevitably. Your secrets will come undone, and your true glory will be spilled forth. It is more bountiful than you can ever possibly know. Mesmerized by your fount of growth and captivated in delight, I simply marvel, at your life.
Tender in your infinite isolation. Not a sound, for miles around. Delicate and meek, you shudder. As the afternoon breeze comes to caress your yellow petals. Weaving through the forest and the underbrush, invisible currents sweep by you and force a gentle dance, one as old as time itself. Tucked away between the leaves and grasses with the trees rising above you, like giants, they loom. The shadows are cast upon the ground and only dappled rays of light may find you, yet you are the color of sunshine itself. So small and humble, my little wildflower, but I can truly see you. I can only pay homage to your subtle beauty, as we are really, one and the same.