Wild and free. Happy and pure. Blissful and sweet. When I think of wildflowers, I think of growing wherever you are. Being beautiful and happy no matter the circumstance. I think of a spirit of wild yet brave - bold yet calm - delicate yet strong - and peaceful yet fierce. I think of not only the land, but the people. And to be a child again - a child that can so freely enjoy these fields. So freeing. So pure. So perfect. In a world full of roses, be a wildflower.