Furtile Land

It's easy to grow where the lands are furtile;

where the soils are rich and full of nutrients.

It's not so easy to grow on the rocky cliff,

yet you grow anyway.

 

Some may not understand you.

Hard and prickly.

But if they ever took the time to get to know you,

they would find you refreshing,

wetting cracked lips, quinching parched throats.

 

Somehow you managed to grow here

among the rocks and desert lands.

 

I know they don't understand you

but you survived.

And if they ever tried to know you

their cracked lips would find moisture,

their parched throats would be quinched,

And you, you will continue to grow.

Author's Note

Help me out with grammer, wording, etc. Can you guess what I am literally and then figuratively talking about?

Reviews

[Samuel Dickens]

I'm sorry--I had two of the same reviews here, and when I tried to delete one of them, they both went away. Anyway, I like this poem, but can't figure out the entire meaning, which is often the case with me.