“Wildflower A test of faith, of love and hate? Sad inquiry to a woman's fate: Your tears glisten before your Lord Yet, gentle heart wounded, closes with every dawn Crimson as the rising sun... Do not forget my friend, your touch on life Is that of a marigold, in spring's gentle breeze Remember the earth from which we rose Screaming, laughing, always too loud Never let silence, close upon your lips The wildflowers, our Lord's blessing To us and all, cannot be left to sing, alone You must give this land, beneath the stars Your pain, sorrow, anger, and joy... And the occasional knowing smile For to deny us, your muse and art Surely the spring petals Will shiver in silence To a deafened wind” - Gary Krackelwitz