My Wild Flower
Annie P.

Growing all alone
In a corner of the world.
Different from the others,
More special than others.

You seem to shine infinite sunlight
And grow taller with a smile.
A wet carnation has no beauty
Next to you.

You flaunt beads of color,
And shimmer on your back.

The highway, where you grow
Is savage but somehow,
You made it a garden.

I can't help but stare.
My wildflower, my vision of beauty.

Untamed and untouched,
You're rough and brute.
You embody the earthly spirits,
Barbaric and free.