Flower Girl

She walks the fields in morning’s light,
Her steps like whispers, soft and bright.
With petals twined in golden hair,
A spirit free, without a care.
Many wondered why she stayed,
Why she marvelled, yet not swayed.
So I set out, one cloudy day,
A journey long, through skies of gray.
I sought, I toiled, I walked, I ran,
To find her in that field’s calm span.
The flowers bent to her caress,
As if they knew her gentle press.
She doesn’t chase the stars above,
But finds her truth in earthbound love.
The world around her surged and sped,
They rushed ahead, their dreams misled.
But she remained where time stood still,
A bloom untouched upon the hill.
I dared to ask—the words still sing—
She gave me light, she gave me spring.
“They search so far, their eyes away,
Tearing the world as they astray.
Yet here, where once their footsteps fell,
Lies the heart they seek so well.
In their quest to claim and know,
They’ve lost the dreams they used to sow,
Forgotten how to stand and wonder,
At the quiet beauty under.”
She wonders not what lies afar,
Nor chases after a distant star.
The quiet beauty by her side,
Is all she needs to turn the tide.
And when the world grows tired and old,
She’ll walk those fields in hues of gold.
Where fleeting dreams and time collide,
She’ll stay, while rivers twist and glide.
For those who search may never find,
The peace that lives within the mind.
But she, the flower girl, will always stay,
And bloom beneath the endless day.