In a field full of pretty roses
I grow as a wildflower.
So quiet. So obscure.
But take a look at me closer.

I carry my thorns like petals.
I rise slowly on my own.
Watch as I bloom beautifully,
Look how uniquely I've grown.

Send me the rain,
Send me the storm.
I will bend low,
almost touching the ground.
But love, a wildflower I am, you see.
I always stand back up.