A Wild Flower
I saw a blue flower Wild upon the mountain, Hidden by a pathway No one else had trod; I saw its wild heart Praying to the sunshine, Clinging on a sunbeam That held it to its god. I saw a white hand Reaching out to touch it, Clutching at a beauty We could never hold; I felt a thought shared On lips that were unspoken But saddened in a yearning Of a story never told. I left a wild flower True to the mountain, Faithful to the pathway We had to abjure; But each year returning It blooms for a loved one And brings back the sunshine That ever will endure.