Let me tell you about the wildflowers. We grow in all the well planned gardens and in the darkened alleys your mother warned you about. We will be found pushing up through the rubble of your broken fortresses, blooming from the ashes of your charred and blackened fields. Let me tell you about the wildflowers. We are children of seeds scattered, the product of no real intention. But do not mistake our casual existence for weakness or a lack of will. We‘ve learned to sprout and live and flourish in the harsher of conditions. So when you think you can tear us down, remember our roots grow heavy, and deeper than you will ever reach.

- Kamelia