In the vast fields of rubbish,

among the smell and the filth,

in the discarded remnants

of humanity’s temporary self,

there grew some flowers,

all purple and soft green,

and they flourished in the stench

and they grew in the black stream.

 

And their petals opened fully

and reached up to the sun,

and the light made them stronger

and they grew and grew and thrived,

till they stretched across the landscape ,

and covered all the pain,

and where once the scum existed

only purple flowers now remained.

 

15/12/2016