I go to my wildflower hillside
when I feel the need to hide
Its where I pull some power
To build my courage tower
The days are uncertain
They reveal new curtains
wildflowers dance and
playfully sway
colorful and vibrant
silhouettes sway
My favorite above all, wildflowers
The Indian paintbrush never cowers
The red and yellow headdress
mellows my heart, I confess
When the tears slip down my cheek
I am feeling so fragile, I cannot speak
It’ll be okay
I know my way
To my beautiful wildflower hillside
where my flowers I silently will confide
Tomorrow no more to hide
TY some days…
So nice Molly…I can totally identify with this….