Growing Wild

Celebrating the unmatched beauty of wild things

There was a day before
A time when things weren't in boxes
Before hours ever ticked
And meters found their mark
When water ran where it wanted
And picked its own pools

I see that day in flowers
Not wrapped and forty-seven dollars
Not confined to planters
Or pruned in gardens

Flowers grown in the wild
Growing wild
Scattered
Peppering fields with their fragrant hues
Their blood orange
Their blues

Their white-purple-yellow-red
Their pinkness on display;
those show-offs!
Spreading out
Standing in rows as they choose
The natural floral arrangement

Never bowing but
Swaying free in the breeze
Sending their seeds
Finding a new home wherever

Uncharted
Undirected
Uncultivated
Order wrought by chaos
DNA bent on beauty
A billion pop-up productions
Offering for free the greatest show on earth

Alongside roadways
Hidden in rolling planes
Prizes waiting for discovery
But contented in obscurity
So long as God was pleased