Out of the wilderness,
sprouted a wild flower
which chose to bloom
despite the rough weather;
holding on to every drop of rain
and with the gorgeous smile
openly revealing all her colours.
With her cute, angelic body
and the black, dense but soft hair
saluting the heavens,
she makes miracles
look like child’s play;
exuding life on the outside
as she hides in the dry red soil
that surrounds her.
I owe it to the blazing sun
that baked and molded her clay
into the attractive, charming,
nonchalant and rare gleaming product
that awes my being.
Most probably though,
She knows not
that there’s a me out there
who is stupefied
by the tantalizing wild flower
that she has grown to become.
