Beneath my feet
I Stand on my toes.
Like a wildflower
The wind tickling my nose
A stem that's fragile
But thick as it grows
Silly little flower
Thinks she's a rose
But
A
stem so bendy
it curls like a Q
"where are my thorns?"
I want them to
But silly little wildflower
You should just be you
Unforgettable forgetmenot
The mark you made true
