Where wildflowers go

I asked the moon tonight
As it raised up in the sky
Where did all my wildflowers go?
Then this hay bale caught my eye
You see, he said… it is harvest
And plenty on this land
Grows many beautiful wildflowers
I know you understand
Each year during harvest
We bid a sweet goodbye
And in no time it’s for certain
They bring food on winter’s night
Good bye sweet little wildflowers
Good bye dandelions
Good bye little memories
Good bye with a smile

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