i'm grateful 

for simple wildflowers,

renegades of beauty,

paying no heed

to the proper place, 

or the acceptable way 

to rise up in glory, 

their seeds fall 

into waiting earth 

with passionate embrace 

no fenced boundaries 

no limits on their joy, 

savoring sun and rain 

they root and grown, 

singing in the breeze 

content and free. 

-joyce rupp