Wild Forest Flower

Rough around the edges but a tender center This is my wild forest flower Short and slender with long flowing blonde hair This is my wild forest flower A loving heart that goes beyond what I can see This is my wild forest flower I want to hold my flower in my hands Wondering why she holds back and refuses to stand I water it every now and then to watch it grow But it takes too long because it’s a little slow So I wait patiently for the flower to begin to rise Even though I can still hear the weeping willows cries Firm and hard headed but with a loving touch This is my wild forest flower Always hiding and always scared like a little child This is my wild forest flower The only one I am willing to be with anymore This is my wild forest flower A darkened hush rises in the sky above my flower The roots slowly exposing themselves out of fear A forest fire begins in the distance soon to consume it The fire rages ready to consume the small thing in power This little bitty flower that I love and hold so dear but I laugh because I know how this fire got lit