Wildflower !



They see a wildflower,

not for its beauty,

but its thorns,

as in humans it is,

manifesting life,

for all that is bad,

rather finding the good in it.

For despite the difficulties,

it face;

being uncultivated,

tendered by no one,

blooms, in the end,

glows of hope,

shines with aftermath of pain,

and speaks of survival,

screaming loudly of a message;

A message so evident,

gratitude in the brighter days,

and hope in the darker ones,

for the human race,

to remember,

for the times to come.




Photo by Annie Spratt on Unsplash