The Wildflower, however, has always been Free…. She does not care what other people think, say, or do….. She left the Garden, long ago, because she needed to be free…. She survives in the blazing Sun, the bitter cold of Winter, and torrential Rains of Spring….
Unlike the Rose, the Wildflower, spreads her seeds…. The birds in the trees, and small animals eat her seeds and spread the seeds even further…. Her Wisdom is spread and she is re-created over and over again, never to be destroyed….. Plant the Wildflower on a Grave, and the soul of deceased Spirit will Bloom again giving Comfort to those left behind….