To the white and yellow wildflower
sitting next to me in the grass,
you look lonely.
You are the only one of your kind in all the field,
and I understand how much that aches.
There are so many trees to shade you,
but all you want is to taste the sunlight—
then maybe you will feel like yourself again.
There are so many plants around you,
but all you want is one strong enough,
loving enough,
loyal enough
to cradle you in its leaves
and count the petals framing your face—
all thirteen of them.
There is so much wind to make you dance,
but all you want is for it to guide you
to a shoulder to rest upon.
To the white and yellow wildflower
aching next to me in the grass,
I wish I knew your name.
It is buried deep somewhere
in the soil of my soul, and I would speak it
if I could hear above the rustling trees.
You are the only one of your kind in all the field,
and yet you stand on fearless stem.
There are so many trees to give you shadow,
and yet you grow
with as many captures of sunlit glimpses
as you can seize.
There is so much wind to make you shiver,
and yet you dance to a breeze
that has known more coldness than kindness.
There is life in your petals, dear one—
all thirteen of them.
To the white and yellow wildflower
blooming next to me in the grass,
grow.
Dance.
I have yet to learn your name,
but I am here, and I see you.
Cindy Green is a forest-wandering, poetry-scribbling stargazer with messy notebooks and messy thoughts. Despite her love for all of God’s creation, sunflowers and stars in particular have a way of sneaking into both her writing and her heart (but you won’t hear her complaining about it). She is an amateur sword-wielder with a Highland-dancing warrior spirit who also writes letters to the moon and considers the sky her best friend. A focused daydreamer, organized pack rat, and oblivious observer, she is a self-professing ambivert (or a living contradiction) who deeply feels both the beauty and fallen state of the world. Through her words, she hopes to describe the indescribable and form personal connections with people while reflecting a love for her Savior and a passion for everything she touches.
Cindyyy, I never have words for your poetry…you’ve always already used them up and said the most soul-touching things. 😭😍❤️
This was so deep and beautiful on so many levels…especially that last line…
This is truly stunning and beautiful!! Thank you so much Cindy
Yes, it is! Very beautiful! 🙂 Great Job!
I love this.
Cindy, this is absolutely beautiful and you touch on so many important things. Thank you for this. I love it!
This was really beautiful, Cindy. Thank you <3