WILD FLOWERS DON'T CARE WHERE THEY GROW:
Should you be walking in a wood
Or a field of green.
You may well come across
A most beautiful scene.
A scene of wild flowers.
Who don't care where they grow.
Not like the garden ones,
Who a gardener have to sow.
They rely on the weather,
All the year round.
But still they continue
With pride stay firmly in the ground.
Flowers such as buttercups and daisys,
Heather and the blue bells.
Makes one feel glad to be alive,
Should you come by any of these I can tell.
So next time you come across
An array of wild flowers/
As you walk to and fro.
Remeber Wild flowers don't care where they grow.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis 2015:
There is nothing prettier, Yvonne, than a field of wildflowers, or flowers growing along the roadside. Seeing their brilliant colors brightening up the land is one of my favorite things about sprint. Beautiful poem showing your love of flowers. Have a nice weekend.
ReplyDeleteThanks Beverly for your wonderful comment, Much appreciated.
DeleteYvonne.
I love finding patches of wildflowers. There's such an amazing variety to them. Beautiful poem!
ReplyDeleteMany thanks for coming by with such a ovely comment,
ReplyDeleteYvonne.
There was a small field near my grandparents' cabin that had the most beautiful wildflowers.
ReplyDeleteIt's lovely to look out and take in the beauty. Many thanks for the comment.
DeleteYvonne.
I love to see the wildflowers too, so beautiful.
ReplyDeleteI always told my children when they were young that God planted them , as they wondered how they stayed alive without a gardener.
DeleteThanks for your comment , much appreciated.
Yvonne.
If only one can sow and spread each other's goodness in a similar way what a wonderful world it is going to be! Great thoughts Yvonne!
ReplyDeleteHank
Never thought of it that way Hank, but you're right it would be a more kinder world.
DeleteThanks for the visit.
Yvonne.