it stood
unwavering in the field
you wouldn't have called it cowardly
you would have called it brave
some would still say "arrogant"

when the last rain came and went
and the unseen fire of a sunlit sky dawned on the last dying cornfield
the people said
how dare it stay alive
when everything else dies
how dare it show strength
when everything else gave

the best and the boldest of the sameness
deemed the unwavering different simple dastardly

would they have seen the last of her
blow in the wind
they would find her kind green the ruins of their world