As I find myself strolling along this path we call life feeling lost, devastated, and unforgiving, I lay my eyes upon you.  You are like a beautiful, mysterious wildflower that has been refined under the scorning sun, radiating its mighty colorful aura of beauty.  A beautiful, eerie flower that has gone through rough storms and fearful winds.  Those crystallized spikes are like battle scars, beautiful, mighty, yet fragile.  I'm afraid I will break that delicate part if I'm not careful, contaminating it in its natural form.  As I observe it, I find myself gravitating toward the eerie but so affectionate, gentle, and so peaceful flower.   I begin to long for a deep connection to its aura; the feeling of being lost and unforgiving ceased.  For a brief moment, I could feel my heartbeats slow down, and the rhythm of my heart and soul were in sync.  I have forgotten where I came from and the path ahead of me.  My desire to have it grows stronger as I stare mindlessly into the colorful reflection of lights surrounding its silhouette.  I'm afraid to remove it from its natural environment as its connections with nature are deeply rooted.  I worry that I don't have what it takes to nurture it and give it a sense of belonging like how it gives me.  How will it continue to grow and radiate beautifully like the way it grows along this path, unrestricted and peacefully cheering those that tumble along its path?  I'm afraid my selfishness will destroy and wither it.  So I walk away, and my heart sinks at every step I take.  I can't help but turn around to look at it to see if the mysterious calming flower I came to yearn for deeply is still radiating in its natural habitat, strong and free.  With its lights radiating from the battle scars, it'll continue to light the dark path of those that feel lost, afraid, and unforgiving.  You are like that mysterious, beautiful wildflower that lights up my path, so loving but so farfetched.  Under the full moon, I will long for you.