It blooms to a most beautiful self...
Deep inside the forest where it dwells...
Not for strangers' time spent to beguile..
Not even for a kind gaze or to bring a smile..
I know it would still bloom all the same...
Not one to look for a praise or any fame.
All that I pray in my darkest hour...
Is to be every bit like a wildflower.
¿;-)
[A flower in the Bwindi Impenetrable Forest]
