the wild flower

The flower in the crevice
Blooming gently amidst thorns
The roots between the rocks
And the face turned to the sun

Wonder at the strength
The resilience and the courage
To come and bloom
When no nurturer is around

When no one’s waiting for your arrival
No one to take you into fold
To come out colored bright
Is this what is called might??

In the face of a relentless sun
A bush of thorns stalking your growth
No promise of water year around
And yet to come out and stand alone.

May be the wild flower got it right.
The thorns and the heat are meant to be….
The truth is..
You are your own
And you are here to make the weary world
A little less weary and that’s all you are meant to do….