Wildflower

Wildflowers blooming and spreading a carpet of colors
Innate beauty hiding struggle for survival against all odds
Long hot summer days and harsh cold winter nights they suffer
Dormant most of the year waiting for mother nature’s care
Flowers resplendent in their praise for the celestial gardener
Life is short, not much loved but little do they care
Over and over like the phoenix they will come back to life
Wildfires burn them down but they have spread their seeds far and wide
Enigmatic and eternal is the story of their fight to survive
Reduced to ashes but rejuvenate, recuperate and returns back to life


Week 20 of My Fifty Two Weeks Journey with “W”

Write anything Wednesday June-15-2016

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Author: pranabaxom

Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.

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