Among the Wildflowers

As I walk alongside the clean cut yards, I don’t pay much attention to their detail. Neither does my dog, Otis, for that matter. Only when we hit patches of the tall grasses where the wildflowers grow does our attention change. For Otis, well, he loves to walk through them, brushing his head against their long roots. As for me, I love taking in each flower, noticing how different each one truly is. No one has touched this part of land, yet it’s filled with the most beautiful colors that grow, weaving in and out of each other all on their own. I long to be among them. To grow with them in the wild. I long to grow beside them, each of us admiring the others beauty, while being grateful for our differences. One day, I will live like them. Growing tall, in the patches of life not influenced or groomed by man. I will be naturally flowering as God intended, no longer held back, but fully taking in the breeze.