The Wind Flower danced across the empty field spreading her joy.
Her pearl roots point down like sharp daggers piercing the soft soil.
The Wind Flower blossoms, stretching its vines across the ground,
Its petals are as delicate as sugar paper and as pale as a clear day.
Its stem droops down having no care in the world but hiding it fiery temper inside.
Gulping down the warm rays of spring as it comes into view.
The furious roots fend off the new grown weeds.