Like A Wildflower

When I see a field of wildflowers … (the Earth smiling up at me) I wonder if they aren't subtly trying to show us… the kind of people we should be. A wildflower is free…it's intention…truly grand: To live in cooperation with all who view it. To bring beauty to the land. A wildflower learns quite early there is a struggle to be won… That it must push itself through darkness…if it is ever to find the sun. A wildflower opens its eyes to the sunshine…its heart lifted as gentle breezes blow… It closes its eyes during the rain and the cold…knowing they are here to help it grow. A wildflower understands what make the world beautiful… what makes every day a beautiful day is how every flower can be so different… yet is beautiful in its own way. A wildflower knows not hate, does not envy nor assume. A wildflowers finds its joy in its ability to bloom. A wildflower does not injure others, It does not cause another harm It accepts the bee, the bird, the butterfly… and us…with open arms. Oh, if we could only be more like the wildflower with but one intention…truly grand: To live together with with each other… to bring beauty to the land… To understand how we are on this Earth… only for a short while… and to live so that when we die… we will be remembered…with a smile.