When Does the Wildflower Blossom

One wonders, how the wildflower seed grows
From where it arrives no one can know
Exquisite and delicate, windswept through its flight
Can it grow in the day or does it open at night

Its plantings a mystery, no curation nor control
Trust must be cultivated, from deep within its own soul
Its natural beauty could burst out any day in the sun
But it blooms on its own, such tenderness not easily won

This wildflower can grow among weeds or tall grass
But never can one, such beauty possess
Many moments of wonder, the heart flows with such joy
To have gazed on such beauty, this Helen of Troy 

The wind and the rain, could tear it apart
So don’t hold it too close with your hand on your heart
But make no mistake, the sun does rise and does set
Just live in this moment where there is no regret

Cause what’s so great, about this flower so true, yet so wild
Are its shapes and its colors, drawn forth from the heart of a child
And though this heart so complex, at times fragile and scared
Even so it still will blossom, when it simply declares