Wildflowers

Small white delicate starfish,

So beautiful they almost look fake,

Providing food for bees and butterflies,

You can almost hear their dainty voices,

You can see them move in the breeze,

So smooth and fragile to the touch,

Their sweet smell floating through the air,

While they have no pop of colour,

Their soft, clean white is so graceful,

Wildflowers, like a beautiful bride.