Wildflowers are not really wild, you know They are not forward like catalogue blooms Demanding the best seats in the garden And the most delicate of drinks and soils
Wildflowers smile softly, sweetly at the sun Shy fairy-folk of forest, field, and fen Dancing through the warm mid-year months and then Withdrawing quietly at summerβs end
Like children yawning, and wanting their beds - Wildflowers are not really wild, you know