The Windflower

I wonder what the windflower
to Jesus Christ will say?
How much encouragement is there
to make the flower's day?

We see it almost everywhere
in woodlands, showing grace.
Is it asserted it is dear?
A gift from God we face.

There is rain, and for sure there’s light.
So, truly there is life.
Though, what about the being bright?
It’s never seen, that wife.

By faith and hope she is alright.
She grows, and shows her face.
Though eyes upon her, brilliant light
to satisfy her grace?

A deer comes by. It smells her peace.
Though, it is chased away.
A busy bee, aware of ease,
do really make her day.

In many ways found on the earth
that windflower will be.
The human kind observes her worth.
And picks her, for to see.