I am that wildflower that grew from that single crack in the concrete
Taking advantage of the light that shone thru absorbing the morning dew
I am that wildflower that grew from the crack in the concrete seeking opportunity setting myself free
I am that wildflower that grew from the crack in the concrete climbing the backs and standing on the shoulders of great leaders who started thru a pinhole.
That crack is no longer! It is an open field, boundless for many more
The wildflowers from the cracks in the concrete happily fill gardens everywhere
Flourishing beyond expectations of many who thought we were nothing but useless weeds and crab grass
Seeds randomly dropped, expected to die yet grow colorful and bright with no end in sight.
We do not die when our petals have wilted and dried
For within those petals are more seeds waiting their time
To add to a world that is yours, ours, mine …
© Soulmuze 2013
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