Wild Flowers
She’s like a field of wildflowers, beautiful, untamed.
Beneath the veil of snow, I know she still remains.
She’s like the sun, rays of warmth and loving.
Waiting patiently, to be washed clean by spring rains.
My heart
Within us there is a sky unseen.
Where a young spirit seeks to know.
The voice he begins to hear each day,
As His passion for life now grows.