In the dewy woodland
There lies a bluebell.
Bowed down
In bright beauty,
Blossoming just in time,
Dressed in bold blue
Amongst a lawn of
Resting wildflowers.
On a sunlit mountainside
There sits a marigold.
Meek yet majestic,
Bathing its golden petals
In a glistening misty haze,
Rising from the
Meandering river below.
Down in the valley
A poppy stands proudly.
Effortlessly pretty,
Drinking in peacefulness,
Colour soaked perfection-
Red, orange, pink!
A playful display
With nothing to prove.
In the castle grounds,
A pink tipped daisy
Dances daintily as the
Daylight rolls in.
Dressed in dazzling white,
A youthful yellow,
Resting amongst thousands
Yet directing it’s days eye
To the light.
In the sprawling meadows
Sunflowers stand tall,
Irises stand small,
Yet light reaches both
Just the same.
No eye looks upon
The daisies dancing,
The poppies playing,
The beauty of the bluebells,
The mist coated marigolds.
Yet as Earth springs with colour,
Sunlight beckons each flower-
Look to me!
You’re just as loved as the next!
Bask in my light,
Seek alone my delight.
You’re always in my sight!
My beloved wildflower.
Finding Belonging 