Dreaming of a Wildflower.

I close my eyes and as they open again I see a green lush meadow filled with wild flowers. On a sudden urge I lean down and pick one up. At once I'm filed with such a sweet fragnance that seems to enchant my whole being. All other flowers pale in comparison to the one I hold in my grasp. Such is its enthrall that it holds me captive even though its so tiny compared to me. Yet just with its smell it totally captivates me. Other thoughts escape my mind as I marvel at how something so delicate could hold so much power. Without a worry in the world I just lie down in that meadow. Only me and my wildflower and get lost in the pleasure of its scent.