Hello,
I am a wildflower.
A weed.
A ragamuffin.
I am unwanted.
Unnoticed.
Stepped over.
I go where the wind blows me,
touching for only a moment,
resting on cheeks of unsuspecting passerbys.
My only links to the earth.
I grew in the crevices of a crack.
The sun did not reach me.
The warmth did not touch me.
The wind blew me wayforth,
away, away, away
I go.
I tickle the noses of my human friends.
They brush me away.
And the small breeze sets me off again.
Where is a small wildflower to go with no home.
I cannot exist any further.
My seeds blow forth,
and my stem is discarded.
Dead.
Unnoticed.
Stepped over.
Hello.
I was a wildflower.