It was a light blue flower
with eight petals
and white edges which grew
between the tiles.
It matters not to you per se
to each their own
shade and colour, I tell only
so you may find yours.
Yet realizing how little it is
how we cling to
the joys and sorrows of
know when to stop.
For below us are a thousand seeds
waiting to sprout
when nature has made its way
through the cracks. |