I will not be another wild flower,
picked for my beauty and left to die.
I will be difficult, hard to find,
and impossible to forget.
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
That is so beautiful
LikeLiked by 1 person
I thank you!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Simply so beautiful – so pure 🙂 thank you
LikeLiked by 1 person
My pleasure!
LikeLike
I love this
I will be difficult
Hard to find
And impossible
To forget
I believe this just might have
Made my day
As always Sheldon
LikeLiked by 2 people
Thank you Sheldon, you are my voice of joy!
LikeLike
Wonderful in every way!
LikeLiked by 1 person
I bow to your words!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Yeah!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Well stated, and your poem scans. I hear iambs and anapest substitution, but I don’t know if you think metrically as I do.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Awesome quote
LikeLiked by 1 person
Love your poem. The flower looks like a camas, native to Oregon. Is that what it is?
LikeLiked by 1 person
It may well be, photo taken at a wild patch in a forest in the Catskills
LikeLike