Wild Flowers

 Searching until the bottom of my soul

finding the shallow on the top of my heart 

touching the ground and feeling awkward sometimes 

I wish I could see beauty in every space 

The river take my breath away but the sea heal my mind 

and on this new spring I'm hopping a bloom 

knowing about the scary things, my scares protect me 

to find I new place where I want to belong 

Even if I should expand and extract 

my tiny strategic person 

could you hold my hand?

until not feel any necessity of bear upon the result

Now my flowers are dried 

unique scene we still have 

watering new wild seeds 

can I proclame for more essence?