A tiny blossom
Lives among the stones,
Pretty and petite yet strong.
I see me when I see you.
Now I know my true reflection.
Eternity has sat in wait for us.
Forever has watched,
Longing for a subtle strength
Oblivious to the harsh environment.
Wonderment is tossed in a fierce wind,
Ever smiling at that which should not be.
Resolve is the power of our fine beauty.
Among the stones and the hardships of life,
Many things attempt to steal our breath.
Our soil is like rock,
Never-the-less our lives have emerged.
Gone are the hardwoods and the evergreens.
Their strength was too little to survive.
Heaven holds it's breath.
Every angel blows kisses from on high.
Strength is ours.
Tiny in stature, we
Outlive the mighty trees.
Nestled in the shelter of stones,
Ever after is a possibility in this harsh place.
Some how, strength is ours.
I have climbed a mountain to find myself. I was not the great struggle to get to the top. I was not the glorious sights from on high. I was a tiny flower among the stones and beneath a fierce wind. I should not be, yet I am. I was looking for myself on a grand scale. I found myself in a petite flower. I am small. I am beautiful. I am frail, yet I survive. I am as an alpine flower. I am a mystery in this universe.