A lonely flower sways in the wind
Caught up in the impending storm
Many have passed by this beauty
But no one has stopped to pick it
Or admire it for too long.

It has relished the warm sun and
And drank of the soft spring dew
But now a tempest approaches
It knows not how to protect itself…
Will it be able to survive?

Alone and out in the field
The flower stands proudly
Daring nature to take it down
So beautiful, so bold, yet untouchable…
Where have the other flowers gone?

The rain comes and it pours as if
The gates of Heaven have opened up
The flower is drenched and ceases to fight
It becomes immersed in the Earth from which it came…
Until the sun comes out and it sprouts to life again.