You are no ordinary wallflower. You grew strength being quenched by my rain and rested well under the flicker of my stars. You thrive in the harshest elements, where no rose could even bloom. Your resiliency brings color across the fields. My dear wild flower, you weren’t born to be clipped and caged in a vase but to breath the sweet aroma of the air, hear the baby bird’s song, and taste the dew in the dawn of spring. Never forget your humble beginnings and most importantly; stay wild, my beautiful flower.