O'er the field the lay
Planted by magic
No matter the time there they stay
Some would say their life is tragic

As a child I'd frolic in their patch
They shared wisdom of all they'd seen

The older I become
The more deaf I am to their wisdom

The wildflowers--
mysterious and wise

Oh,  how I long to be infantile once more
To hear the whispers and feel a power
Old as I am now I realize that was yore
Oh, I long to hear the secrets among the wildflowers