The wind must have blown fiercely
to lodge the seed between the bricks,
in just the right place where it would not be washed away.
The seed waited for moisture, to release its life force.
It welcomed the rain flowing down through the channels
and pushed roots into the gritty mortar,
searching for nourishment
to build the long, bare stem,
reaching up and out with all its strength
to the light,
letting the rain run down its stem
back to the roots.
The single yellow flower at the end of the long stalk
bloomed where it was planted,
living life to the fullest,
a beacon of hope.
April 22, 2015 at 11:45 am
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April 22, 2015 at 11:47 am
Life! ❤
April 22, 2015 at 11:51 am
Yes! Life itself is a miracle 🙂
April 22, 2015 at 11:53 am
welcome,,Namaste,,
April 22, 2015 at 7:17 pm
Namaste.
April 22, 2015 at 12:27 pm
Beautiful, and what an amazing message!
April 22, 2015 at 7:04 pm
Thank you! It was pretty amazing when I saw it.
April 22, 2015 at 12:30 pm
Such photos accompanied by more than appropriate words make the challenges of the blogging world well worth the while!
Thanks for this beautiful share 🙂
April 22, 2015 at 7:07 pm
It’s my honor to be able to share this flower’s story. Writing about it helped me clarify the lesson it offered as well as the beauty.
April 23, 2015 at 1:35 am
Oh I love this, JoAnne, both the flower and you wonderful telling of its story. Hugs, N 🙂 ❤
April 23, 2015 at 2:39 am
Thank you, Natalie! i love that you love it. ❤ Hugs back 🙂