Wild Flower Wind

We were out for a hike, a day in the sun
To take a deep breath, partake of some fun.
Bob drove our bus with great expertise
As looking out windows we saw waterfalls and trees.

We were out to find where the wild flowers grow
High on a hill, the Columbia River below.
At last round a bend, we were finally there.
Sure enough, flowers waved everywhere.

The Wildflower Wind greeted us, shaking each one
As it whooped round the bus in a spirit of fun.
We smiled and tried to be polite,
Pulling on our hats, zipping jackets tight.

But the Wildflower Wind just pushed us on our way
Glad for a romp, a few hours of play.
We followed a path through a land warmed by the sun,
Watching the Wildflower Wind through the tall grasses run.

We admired the flowers, birds flying too,
But as to their names, we had not a clue.
We laughed at ourselves for being so dumb

Not knowing the flowers for which we had come.

The Wildflower Wind knew, but said not a word

Secrets are kept by wind, flowers and birds.

After all it had been just a lark,

Showing the slow-witted hikers around in her park.