A wildflower gently springs forth to bloom
The pedals a darkened shade of maroon
And as I watch this from my darkened room
The night will come and swallow it to soon
The pedals of the flower start to close
And then it disappears into the ground
Where it goes, I'm afraid nobody knows
I know I don't, I hope it stays around
It grows underneath the oldest Oak tree
That any man hath ever laid eyes on
I will go there and fall on to my knees
And gently weep because the flowers gone
Overnight, sank into the moistened dirt
But I now appreciate Natures worth