Vastness

The flower bloomed
out of season
alone on a single stem,
in the midst of blades
of wild grass fluttering
in the fleeting wind,
in the wilderness that stunned,
the little frail peeking heart.
And the wind when he saw
the flower standing alone in the grass
came invisibly, caressed and softly said,
"I need to feel you my little darling,
I need you to breathe my word,
and spread it around in the mist."
The flower heard, and the vastness no longer stunned.