Just growing wild

Clusters of yellow buttercups shimmering in the sunshine, just growing wild amongst the rugged coastline
Clumps of white petalled daisies randomly spread in betwixt the pretty buttercups is where I tread
Tho it is impossible not to trample on these, I ask them their permission politely with a “Please”

Poor little flowers lying on their backs, broken and flattened from my footprint tracks
Alas they are in abundance so everywhere I walk, I count my many blessings that they cannot talk
Would they be crying and screaming put alloud, I wander as I walk with their stems buckled and boughed

“I am so sorry” I find myself apologising as I am out on my daily rambles exercising
I think I shall have to walk along a street coz I am destroying too many flowers with my big feet
Yet this wilderness of Mother nature is such an attraction and fills my work outs with so much satisfaction