Little wild flowers,
Blooming into graceful gifts of Nature.
Cool winds blowing across the expanse,
Whistling, as they come to greet me through my window.
The flowers swaying in merriment,
Welcoming the new season.
Sometimes hiding into the big leaves of the wild plant,
As the winds gather strength.
Its a beautiful sight in this black expanse
Of this cool night of the new winter trance ....
