Wildflowers and Trees

She was like a wildflower dancing in the breeze,
Beckoning you to come dance with her.
And you would have
if your feet weren’t rooted in the ground.
Like leaves rustling from your limbs,
You waved from the distance.
Watching as the sun illuminated her beauty.
Watching as she bent and swayed in the gentle wind
Like she was dancing to music you could not hear.
What else could you do but wait for her?
Feel her. Need her. Protect her.
“Come back!” You shouted. “Come back!”
She drifted off in the distance, still dancing.
But the breeze was gone.
Silence echoed through your ears like a hollow tone.
She was gone.
What else could you do but wait for her?
Seek her. Hear her. Believe her.
“Hey. I love you.” She said, Appearing like magic.
“I love you, too.” You replied.
That’s the thing about wildflowers and trees
One moves like the wind, and rises again and again,
Grows in places she should break
And the other stays deeply rooted and connected to the earth
She dances on.
Standing steady in wisdom and power
A place for each to call home.