Nature / Rhythmic Stories April 14, 2022

My Wildflower Hillside

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

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