The Wildflower
As I was walking by the sea,
I saw a curious thing to me,
A flower growing in the sand,
Of all, why in this wretched land?
I wondered how the flower grew,
On dry and dusty sand I knew,
But still it blossomed perfectly,
It’s such a pleasant sight to see.
Its petals blue just like the sky,
Just like the ocean crashing by,
For a short time this flower had,
Erased my thoughts of being sad.
I wanted so to make it mine,
But death will hold it like a vine,
And so I left it, I depart,
But still it stays within my heart.
