Little wildflowers
Love to push up
Even amongst gravestones and garbage
They don’t even know why
They just love to do it
We don’t have to tell them to
We don’t have to ask them to
They just love to do it
Like little gifts
They speckle the ground
Is it The Lord saying, “I love you”?
Is it just entropy and biology?
Who’s to say
They ain’t even showing off
They just love to do it
