Searching, Seeking
Looking all through the fields
Wind blowing
Storms coming and going
That unknown flower
Just out of reach
Hiding among the others
Whispering come find me!
You know the color
Know the general shape
But yet it hides
And you can not find it
Thousands of others
Begging you to pick them
Some waiting to prick you,
Their thorns sharp and practiced
Others sickly,
Waiting to take all your nourishment
Some tangled,
Waiting to trap you in their vines
Chaos all around
Making the search confusing
But somewhere in this sea of flowers
Is that one whispering your name
Will you ever find this flower,
Or will you settle for another?
Although it seems impossible
To find this special one
With the weather so crazy
And so many others to look through
Hope drives you on
Keeps you going
And makes the impossible
Seem possible
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