The Wilding

Gardens of blossom in splendor,

Colors arranged as sown,

But none with beauty so rare

As the flower that stands alone.

Columbine and Indian Pipe,

Lady's Slipper of pink and gold;

Untamed treasures of nature

Are a glory to behold.

Fragile pixie of the wood,

No bouquet meant to be;

Bewitching is your charm

As long as you are free.

You bloom and die in solitude,

Beyond the touch of care.

Your shining was not wasted—

God surely put you there.

The Web Projects of Sondra Ball and Mario Cavallini