I am wildflowers.
Without a soul, I have the precious gift of reincarnation.
I have come to you every Spring season of your life.
I shall return long beyond your being.
Your grandmother’s great, great grandmother, and hers have loosed their hair in breezes as they frolicked among us.
I shall delight your children’s children’s children, and theirs
by the grace of the same hand which has put us each in this day.
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