They pop up everywhere. In the grass, on a hillside, over a bridge, sticking in a wall, hanging in a basket, almost everywhere one looks there are wildflowers. How do they get there, and who planted them? Or, look upon a fielded plane in the west within a mountainous area, and there they run, untamed, and trampling through life without reign or control. Mostly they are grouped together, but many run as though alone. Where have all those wild horses come from, and who put them there?
Is there any benefit other than beauty for the wildflowers and wild horses? Do they exist just for the propagation of future horses and flowers, or are they randomly awaiting a bouquet or saddling? Some of the most beautiful bouquets in the world are constructed with wildflowers, and some of the fastest race horses in the world are ones that are tamed? Are they worth picking? Are they worth breaking? Indeed.
Some children are like wildflowers and wild horses. Left to themselves they may or may not ever be seen as productive, but when they are managed properly, they excel; They thrive, and they become a benefit to many.
Perhaps the reader knows or is in control of a wildflower or wild horse? Their bent is different, and their exuberance for life might seem impossible at times. Keep in mind the race horse and the bouquet. As florist or trainer the one who manages the wildflower or wild horse dictates the outcome of the one in which they have to do.
Until tomorrow...Why Say More?
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