A delicate petal
Fallen from its rose,
Blown down to the concrete ground;
Appreciated by all as a patch of beauty
In a grey, industrial world;
A worthwhile existence,
To spread beauty and joy
Where not much can be found.
A bright red umbrella
Against the dull grey sky,
Providing light to the darkness of day;
To the relentless drizzle
And the misery of the people
It came as a welcome change.
A tiny green plant,
Reaching towards the sun,
Is pitied by passers-by,
But it lives on; it struggles and continues to grow,
And if it can, why cannot I?