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?