All flowers aren’t intentionally planted in yards manicured to perfection

Some grow next to dirt roads

And in the woods, meadows, and wetlands

You’ll find them jutting from cracks stretched

along sidewalks

Bursting through rusted engines of abandoned cars

Others sprout in endless fields of tall grass

Enduring elements that would make dainty roses wilt and pitiful peonies shrivel

Wildflowers heal sickness

And soothe torn skin

Unconventional environments don’t diminish their beauty

It reveals their fortitude

They don’t look like what you’d find showcased in a florist’s window

And that’s precisely why they're my favorite