WISDOM OF A WILDFLOWER - By Louise Minch

Just one of those little wildflower seeds 

Dropped by a bird in a field of weeds 

Grew and flourished in sun and breeze, 

Admired by all the birds and bees. 

Still she complained that she was there. 

Was not content to breathe fresh air. 

Then someone, walking, picked her from 

The field she'd always known as home 

And put her in an old cold jar 

With flowers who surpassed by far 

Her beauty and her fragrant light. 

She slipped unnoticed, out of sight. 

Amongst the flowers she did lie, 

Longing for the clear blue sky 

And knowing now, but much too late 

How we should appreciate 

The good we have and hold it dear, 

for it will not always be near.

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