Now and always...

She is the wild flower

To be looked upon

To be admired

To be praised

not to be plucked

 not to be domesticated

for she has a will of her own

for in the loneliest hills she blooms

she of the natural beauty

she, the rarest of them all

above all the green

above the  trees tall

nearer to the sky so blue so open

 she simply blooms, there aloof

where in that isolation, she is truly alive

seeing which the beholder in such surprise

Longs to make her his

Now and forever

Now and always

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