Memories

Feild of wildflowers

bursting in a million colors,

each distinct and beautiful.

Some a dozen tiny blooms in one,

others giant, bold, distinct

all perfumed individualy.

There are weeds here;

poisonous, thorned

choking the life from

all around them,

nigh impossible to killl.

Eventually, the flowers will fade,

petals turning brown,

falling to the dusty earth.