Wild Flowers Poem by Preethi Richards

To the open fields I go where
Wild flowers grow with the
Colours that attract the little kids,

With tender and little hands,
We pluck them I along with the other kids
Joyously running around the wild flowers,

We embark on their beautiful petals,
They sway with freedom curing ills
With every gentle breeze they come alive,

Their fragrance spreads the secret
Baskets swing on our arms so small
We wander the land of wildflowers

With each flower gently plucked
A smile takes a flight We fill
our tiny baskets, nature's treasure we hold.

Though they are called wildflowers,
They are wild and free swaying there
With the stories and freedom.

~preethi.