There I stay in the middle of nowhere,
Too rare to be with the trees and leaves, but too natural to be confined or kept
So I wept, for where do I go?
My aroma leapt throughout the woods, hoping, praying it will hear me
Them, they, who? Somewhere that I can stand tall and proud and not be in doubt
A place that when I leave I can breathe and sing and be...
A place just for me, and not just a Wildflower.