A Flower In The Rough

The wind would howl and whistle..

The grass would burn into flames.

Remaining only one single FLOWER

Unharmed

Untouched

Unstoppable

It sprouted as if the sun never once neglected it

It glowed as if the rain favored it over the grass

Through the tornadoes,volcanoes, twisters which came during the drought and even the snow

This flower blosomed and extended its length

Taller .. Stronger

With beauty that was far beyond ordinary

With one look my soul was captivated

Oh how I feel in a deep spell of love... With this flower

What do you say?

"This flower doesn't even exist"

It does..

You may ask I how I know?

I know because...

I was morphed from this flower

Through the flames and darkness

I was created from this flower to give everlasting light

I AM the flower in the rough