sweet white light of life’s determination...

this, my friend wrote for this one soul 

of a flower - relating to her own strongly

study will to survive like a perennial of

sorts, rising out of roadstone bondings 

to greet a purposefully indifferent sun. 

survival can be hard and gravel hot -

survival can be graceful as a stem - 

with flowering in its seed of destiny...

not to be taken lightly, it’s glory is so

sudden, so frágile, yet, so mighty:

there are almost tears. at least, true

respect. none of us were born by 

accident. each foreknew: the complete

expression we are born into....