The FlowerA Poem by TopazOne tiny hard seed hardly important enough to notice or to retrieve
Left to its own devices to grow or to die through tribulation
Feels the heat the fire the pain of it's tiny existence
Through the miracle of hurt the seed begins to grow and shine
Still powerless but still powerful enough to conquer the soil, the rocks and tragedy
Amazing little miracle a leaf first later, a gentle sprout struggles against adversity
The sunshine is all the encouragement it needs The smile of God
Empowered the stem becomes stronger and more powerful roots dive deep into the fertile soil
The once insignificant seed now transformed into something powerful something to be reckoned with
Pretty purple flowers dark green foliage large thorns that hurt a weed, a food source, a nuisance
Never again to be disregarded Strength, determination and defenses a noxious weed? or a pretty purple flower?
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2 Reviews Added on March 14, 2010 Last Updated on October 23, 2015 AuthorTopazFLAboutI have not been doing so much writing as I should. I hope to return to my happy place. more..Writing
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