Bee On Fiddleneck Wildflower — Image by kenne
“you cannot catch a wildflower”
he says.
“you are my wildflower.”
I am lost inside myself
my personal paradise
my own euphoric insanity
could I be as manic as I sometimes believe
to feel as if my soul lives in the earth beneath my feet
and stretches from the root of every tree to the tips of their leaves
exhaling me into the sky to float with the wind from meadow to meadow
I stand with arms stretched
spinning in circles like a tiny tornado
grazing the tips of each blade of grass with my fingertips
dancing with my pointed toes upon dewy petals
breathing in the heavens of the earth
feeling as if the sun was shining from within me
my world could not exist without this insatiable lust for life
you cannot hold me and shelter me under the dark roof you flourish in
I am a wildflower
I need the meadows, the sky, the sun, the air, the freedom
— Amour de Monet
Wonderful verse!
Fantastic well done.