looking for wild flowers
i strayed along
in a unexpected place.
a wonderous discovery of
looking at the wildest beauty,
a journey spectacular,
in the lap of nature.
in the hollow of the rock, or
beside the stream,
along the meandering village path
or amongst the cultivated flower pot
each one specific in colour and class,
from pale pastels, to vibrant purples,
beauty of each hidden, in
wild pastures of grass flowers.
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A true lover of flowers will take such pains, to be rewarded with those exquisite beauties at the end! These wild flowers had made the Garden of Eden to bloom, - a site to make all of us swoon! 10! -Raj