Wildflower. 
You were hidden. 
Like a sunset, silent. 
Brightly undiscovered. 
And unreliant. 
On human valuation. 
Or a gardener’s attention.
Shaking in the wind.
A natural convention.
You are a thing
that is thriving.
Wild. 
Flower.

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