Wildflower in the Grass
Forever, it never seems to leave a mark,
the life unremarked, unexamined,
for all intents unlived.
And yet it remains, free
from the clutter that plagues us all,
Our work remains unfinished, undone, undo-able.
It builds
starting from nothing
becoming something, maybe, worthing seeing and knowing.
It may sometimes seem,
to some,
simply,
an extra not worth having.
But to others, it sits as a great example
that sometimes, if it is unpretentious,
maybe, maybe,
persistance can succeed.
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