A wildflower grows and radiates
Multihued vibrant shades

That paint a landscape
Tinted like a lyrical collage

Free to grow and flourish
In her glory, her scent a mishmash

Of perfumes that seduce
And Entice all that embrace

Her unique place
That is not adulterated

By the desire to make
A more perfect fabrication

To control and shape
A perfect handiwork of nature

Is to destroy her identity
And forever lose her true beauty

Like any gift of nature's bloom
That man decides to consume

The wildflower either wilts and dies
Or directs itself in a way that belies

All attempts to tame or contain
Or possess its essence of spontaneity