A tender

delicate little flower

grows uncertainly

in stony soil.

 

The flower

reaches expectantly to

the distant light

that it can never

reach

but in which

its beauty is defined.

 

Its roots are tender threads

that delve in

perilous ground,

looking for

sweet wetness,

the taste of life,

in the shallow

stony earth.

 

How quickly this

diminutive flower

can be plucked out

and thrown on

a heap

to brown

in regret.

 

Grow little flower!

Grow!

Grow till you reach

the unreachable light,

and may your roots

hold fast in

the rocks

till nothing,

nobody,

can pull you out.

 

25/2/2015