Wilds
or 
Yes, Google.
This is how I feel when I see them.
Free.
Uncultivated.
Independent.
Brave.
Sitting way back,
where crowded trees, withered leaves, broken branches and wannabe greens gather.
Where critters hide, muddy thrives and sunshine dares to break through.
Unnoticed to the masses, enjoyed by only a few, there they be, year after year after wonderful year, showing off their yellowness and brightening my days.
I cannot tell you how many times I’ve been blessed by their presence, for there are sections of my life where I did not have the time or mindset to care.
But once I realized ? Once I acknowledged ?
Happiness.
They gift me true happiness
& reminders
& encouragement.
They are my keep doing enforcers.
No matter what
or who
or why
or how
or won’t
or can’t.
My wilds defy negativity and rejoice in the brilliance of Oh. Yes. I. Can.
Wildflower
ooooh,
wild flower.
How I love the message you bring.
♥