Wild flower growing by the highway,
so beautiful and fair you are!
Dressed in the prettiest hue of blue,
you dazzled me with flare
at your beauty, i can not help but stare.
Pretty wild flower!
The sun is setting, the day is drawing
what you have left of life is but one hour,
if by chance i did not past in time,
if i had not headed to another place,
i would have missed your glorious face.
You only live for a day, and
you are not a match for a rose
you don't go under anybodies nose,
you don't enter competitions
with your single raw of petals,
you wouldn't win any medals.
But you brighten up the day of travelers,
standing bravely by the highway.
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