Wildwood Flower

As one can see the wildwood flower, I can see your image behind its pedals.
Why does mankind not take notice of the beauty that surrounds them?!
I can see what they can't, a flower so graceful and flawless and small.
It seems that only I can see this amazing byproduct of this vast and colorful world with a society that only gazes at the grey areas.
I don't blame them for their blindness, they are the cause of their delusions, illusions and self-deciet.
But I see you.
You are full of love, and have no room for the anger and prejudice of the Grey people.
I love you, the wildwood flower that one sees.
You provide an element that can break open my mind to the ceilings of heaven.
You radiate the energy that can cause the endangered smile and alleviate the pain that we put on each other.
All can crumble around you, yet here you stand.
For it is the hope of humanity that provide yo with water to help you stand and show your beauty.
Don't give up hope, my little wildwood flower.