The wildflower represents the innocent, the growth in the mystery, a delicate happening of all that is.
To kill the wildflower is to become the unspontaneous, the programmed, the formed.
To kill the wildflower is to kill the inner child.
In the beginning there was a wildflower
Day after day it would bask in the sunlight
It would dance in the wind
It would cry in the rain
One night, under the pale moon
The wildflower was plucked from the earth
It was placed on a throne
Where all could lay their eyes
The wildflower was revered for its colors
The wildflower marveled at its own creation
A crown of ethereal hues refracted light for all those who gazed upon it
Though the wildflower no longer remained wild
It no longer basked in the sun
It no longer danced in the wind
It no longer cried in the rain
As it sat preserved, under the watchful eye of admirers
Its colors began to fade
Its crown began to wither
Its beauty began to wane
The flower died not as it was born
The flower died in a cage
Extempore
In the beginning there was a wildflower Day after day it would bask in the sunlight It would dance in the wind It would cry in the rain
Pluck
One night, under the pale moon The wildflower was plucked from the earth It was placed on a throne Where all could lay their eyes
Regant
The wildflower was revered for its colors The wildflower marveled at its own creation A crown of ethereal hues refracted light for all those who gazed upon it
Wane
Though the wildflower no longer remained wild It no longer basked in the sun It no longer danced in the wind It no longer cried in the rain
Wither
As it sat preserved, under the watchful eye of admirers Its colors began to fade Its crown began to wither Its beauty began to wane
Death
The flower died not as it was born The flower died in a cage
How to Kill a Wildflower
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The wildflower represents the innocent, the growth in the mystery, a delicate happening of all that is.
To kill the wildflower is to become the unspontaneous, the programmed, the formed.
To kill the wildflower is to kill the inner child.
In the beginning there was a wildflower
Day after day it would bask in the sunlight
It would dance in the wind
It would cry in the rain
One night, under the pale moon
The wildflower was plucked from the earth
It was placed on a throne
Where all could lay their eyes
The wildflower was revered for its colors
The wildflower marveled at its own creation
A crown of ethereal hues refracted light for all those who gazed upon it
Though the wildflower no longer remained wild
It no longer basked in the sun
It no longer danced in the wind
It no longer cried in the rain
As it sat preserved, under the watchful eye of admirers
Its colors began to fade
Its crown began to wither
Its beauty began to wane
The flower died not as it was born
The flower died in a cage
Extempore
In the beginning there was a wildflower
Day after day it would bask in the sunlight
It would dance in the wind
It would cry in the rain
Pluck
One night, under the pale moon
The wildflower was plucked from the earth
It was placed on a throne
Where all could lay their eyes
Regent
The wildflower was revered for its colors
The wildflower marveled at its own creation
A crown of ethereal hues refracted light for all those who gazed upon it
Wane
Though the wildflower no longer remained wild
It no longer basked in the sun
It no longer danced in the wind
It no longer cried in the rain
Wither
As it sat preserved, under the watchful eye of admirers
Its colors began to fade
Its crown began to wither
Its beauty began to wane
Death
The flower died not as it was born
The flower died in a cage