Wildflower Poem by Ronald Strickland

Today in the meadow, I saw you
as you were picking wildflowers.
Your beauty I saw as you knelt
and gave me a gentle touch.
Your kiss was as cool as the summer rains,
your warmth I felt as you placed me at your breast,
warmth as if the morning sun.
Here in the meadow,
from the soil of the earth, I must remain,
for into your world, I shall not go,
only to wilt and have no soul.
Whisper you love, and let that whisper
lay on my petals.
With this, I shall endure and return
to see your beauty and feel your gentleness
once more.