Wildflower

A wildflower she is
I cannot fathom her
Her colors dazzle me
How firmly she is planted
On brown soil, she is soiled
Yet she flies with the wind
When she so pleases
Descending on new ground
Breaking earth, rooting
Becoming pleasing foliage
Snagging eyes and life
From bugs, ailing critters
Despairing, consoling
On whatever may love
Bugs look, she looks the part
She plays it
Plays it, deals it
Seasons of wither
Hither gone
True?
Bugs down, lifeless
She cracks a smile
Sheds a few tears
Smiles a few more
Prettier than before
And gone.