A flower’s notion


Cold and dark surroundings have preserved me in the earth.

A predetermined message urges, “rise up from the dirt.”


Should I exercise caution as I push my way into the unknown?

No, I must not doubt my purpose for my beauty must be shown.


There are those who say, “Your just an insignificant little flower,”

offering a convincing argument that beauty yields no power.


What do they know I reasoned, I’m part of a designers plan.

Then, strolling towards me I spot two lovers holding hands.


2018  Bill Roushey


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