Wild Flower

Unassuming simplicity Child of the wild A bit of color to catch the eyes It’s too much to leave her behind Sentimental blindness Can only give bad guidance Leave her; why break her? Look only, but do not touch You’ll soil your hands Can never be friends To embrace nature is not in your nature Think you’ll just put her on your table? You’ll be unable A narrow vase by your hands made Freedom cannot recreate Take her home, and she’ll wither But your guilt won’t die with her