my little wildflower

Once arisen from a vine was a wildflower.

This wildflower was all intertwined in the minutia of the perplexed vine and one day was cut off. But was placed in a beautiful vase with other flowers. Afraid the vase would break. The wildflower left the vase, 

And soon found her way to a garden.

She was free at last to be wild at heart.

Not that she ever ceased being. She is wild at heart from every petal right down to the vine tree she was a part of. And being free from the chaos was her only chance to bloom and to start. If we can all only be wild flowers we'd unlock our super hidden powers. And not only exist to please others. We'd be something to admire.