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.