I found peace in the wildflowers.

Taken as seeds, they are cast into the unknown.

In this foreign kingdom, they sprout and grow.

Their brave roots break ground with great triumph.

Prospering with lovely petals they thrive.

Their wild spirits dance among the weeds,

but still remain so peaceful and free.

I found peace in the falling leaves.

Attached to the tree their bodies maintained,

but the souls imprisoned to the arms of that tree.

Hanging with familiarity, the leaves question content.

Whispers of the wind hint rumors of new journeys.

Detached they venture into the uncertain.

Falling they embrace risk to discover euphoria,

but still remain so peaceful and free.