Wildflower

Wildflower, Wildflower, how misconstrued are thee.

Never to be the chosen one, forever doomed to be the forgotten one. Passed by without the turn of a head, not even the blink of an eye. Opt out for flowers held in higher esteem. The quite costly array, approved by stuffy aristocrats, the arrogant elite, the contemptuous hoity-toitys, the orthodox clout chasers, with their pockets full of posy. Only held in treasure by local pollinators. For wildflowers don't abide by set out rules, nor join in the masses, unified by the majority, pulled like puppets on a string, minions, all seeking omnipotent social conformity.

If only they would take a little time. Stop following the flock, take a stand, take a chance, deciding for themselves, once and for all. They'd no alternative but to concede, seeing is believing and beauty in fact is in the eye of the beholder. Rendering truth in lucid clarity.

The wildflower flourishes freely, untouched, unscathed, uncultivated, purest of purity in every which way. Indiscriminate, needing no human interaction, alone to evolve contrarily, self-independent, unattended, emerging lively, no need to intervene. Blowing gently in the breeze, petals dangling, offering a hint of its fragrant aroma, capturing its host spellbound, engulfed in its trance, hostage to their hypnotic floral essence.

Not uniform and never meant to be cloned. Imperfectly perfect, adaptive and elegant, unfairly looked over, these enchanting specimens, grow wild by the lake, along the edge of a creek, in lush green forests they bloom exceptionally. Surrounded by endless prairie grasslands, the native wildflower tends to multiply. Forging forward in onward motion, ceaseless to blossom, determined on seeking worth and value, in coveted parity.

Representing strength and perseverance, wildflowers grow wild and unyielding, unreservedly free in an existence unprincipled, a modern feat unattainable, yet seemingly achieved. Thus showing all, how possibly possible, it possibly is, to overcome your fears, and face head-on your demons, adorned with courage, prowess and bravery. Set out soaring higher and higher, to the highest of highest heights, rendering definitive dissolution, a coming to an end per se, at last, a long-awaited conclusion.

You'll never catch sight of a wildflower on a production line, part of a succession plan, travelling a conveyor belt, in an industrial facility, each one segregated by numerical counterparts. Never to be cloned nor duplicated, genetically modified, altered or mutated. Bearer of none when it comes to similarities.

Unlike the flowers of a certain variety, the perfectly perfect ones, forever the chosen ones, cloned specimens of magnificence, sought-after machining, engineered to be absolute, bearing no marks of beauty, precise and flawless, each one remarkably remarkable, impeccable "beyond the shadow of a doubt." Yet sadly refined and cultivated, never privileged to come close in proximity, to living life vicariously. Never blessed to know freedom, what it is, or how it feels, to be "footloose and fancy-free."

I deem, we could all learn a lot from the free-spirited, roaming wildflower. Learn each, in turn, to let go, disengage, no longer sweat the small stuff and find the silver lining in each situation. Then maybe one day, it could possibly be, a likely possibility, that the human race can live side by side, co-existing, putting aside distinct differences, determined to succumb to the phrase, quite simply put, it reads, "to each their own," on the surface, four words alone regarded insignificant, combined they stand strong, rendering truth to the quote "there's more than meets the eye." Not to be taken lightly, steadfast, often challenged by society. Valued, retained and cherished, reiterated on a quotidian. Not a soul to be left out, the entire world, on a global scale, undivided humanity, absolute in aspiring, to live life candidly, free to be like the wildflower, despite having indifferences, paving the way, at last, co-existing one and all, living authentically, in coveted peace and harmony.