I heard these words today,
I do not know their origins,
Nor what they truly represent.
They were said so flippantly,
That the beauty didn't strike me
Until I reached my place of work
Parked my car next to the old tree
Whose blossom reminded me:
"I'm a flower on a cliff"
Fragile beauty on a precipice.
Strong unseen anchoring roots.
Perfection is not a human quality.
Only Nature has perfected perfection
So it is a bold claim for a man
To boast of being a flower on a cliff.