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Like Wildflowers; You Must Allow Yourself to Grow in Places People Never Thought You Would
In the hush of dawn, where shadows retreat,
A tender seed stirs, tucked under the sheet
Of earth’s gentle cradle, a promise untold,
In cracked, sun-kissed soil, where dreams dare unfold.
Beneath the veneer of the mundane and gray,
Where the world makes its maps, and the wise often say,
“Here lies the garden, well-tended and neat,
Where only the chosen may flourish and greet.”
But wildflowers know of a different design,
They bloom in the crevices, they rise and they shine,
In the heart of the chaos, the cracks of the stone,
They dance with the breezes, their magic alone.
So stand, if you will, in the shadows of doubt,
Amongst those who whisper, “You’ll never get out.”
For wildflowers thrive in the unlikeliest spots,
They don’t heed the limits, they forget all the knots.
With petals like laughter, they break through the grime,
Defying the logic that binds them to time,
For growth is a journey, not bound by the rules,
It’s the wildness of being, the heart of the fools.
Imagine a field where the colors collide,
Where the sun spills its gold and the wild things abide,
Where you, too, can scatter your hopes to the breeze,
And dance with the wildflowers, sway with the trees.
Embrace all the corners where shadows may cling,
For life’s richest moments are found in the spring
Of courage and chaos, of tender surprise,
In places unmarked by the watchful skies.
So plant yourself boldly in cracks of the street,
Where the laughter of children and strangers all meet,
Where the echoes of life in their vibrant array
Remind you of beauty—of growth and of play.
Let the winds carry whispers of who you could be,
As you weave through the wild, with each note of glee,
For the heart of a wildflower, fierce and unbowed,
Is a life that is lived, unabashed and proud.
And when others look on with a furrowed brow,
Remember, dear soul, it’s your moment—your now,
To unfurl your petals, let your colors bleed,
In places they doubted, you’re destined to lead.
Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself grace,
To flourish in spaces where dreams interlace,
So rise from the ashes, the doubts, and the fears,
And watch as your spirit blooms bright through the years.
For just like the wildflowers that dance in the sun,
You’ll grow in the places where no one thought one
Could blossom, could flourish, could reach for the sky—
So be bold, be bright, let your wild spirit fly.
© etechnocrats
A tender seed stirs, tucked under the sheet
Of earth’s gentle cradle, a promise untold,
In cracked, sun-kissed soil, where dreams dare unfold.
Beneath the veneer of the mundane and gray,
Where the world makes its maps, and the wise often say,
“Here lies the garden, well-tended and neat,
Where only the chosen may flourish and greet.”
But wildflowers know of a different design,
They bloom in the crevices, they rise and they shine,
In the heart of the chaos, the cracks of the stone,
They dance with the breezes, their magic alone.
So stand, if you will, in the shadows of doubt,
Amongst those who whisper, “You’ll never get out.”
For wildflowers thrive in the unlikeliest spots,
They don’t heed the limits, they forget all the knots.
With petals like laughter, they break through the grime,
Defying the logic that binds them to time,
For growth is a journey, not bound by the rules,
It’s the wildness of being, the heart of the fools.
Imagine a field where the colors collide,
Where the sun spills its gold and the wild things abide,
Where you, too, can scatter your hopes to the breeze,
And dance with the wildflowers, sway with the trees.
Embrace all the corners where shadows may cling,
For life’s richest moments are found in the spring
Of courage and chaos, of tender surprise,
In places unmarked by the watchful skies.
So plant yourself boldly in cracks of the street,
Where the laughter of children and strangers all meet,
Where the echoes of life in their vibrant array
Remind you of beauty—of growth and of play.
Let the winds carry whispers of who you could be,
As you weave through the wild, with each note of glee,
For the heart of a wildflower, fierce and unbowed,
Is a life that is lived, unabashed and proud.
And when others look on with a furrowed brow,
Remember, dear soul, it’s your moment—your now,
To unfurl your petals, let your colors bleed,
In places they doubted, you’re destined to lead.
Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself grace,
To flourish in spaces where dreams interlace,
So rise from the ashes, the doubts, and the fears,
And watch as your spirit blooms bright through the years.
For just like the wildflowers that dance in the sun,
You’ll grow in the places where no one thought one
Could blossom, could flourish, could reach for the sky—
So be bold, be bright, let your wild spirit fly.
© etechnocrats
