A flower growing

Up out of the sidewalk

Turns to face the sun

To bask in its glow

 

It knows

It is one of the lucky

To be alive

In such a hard place

 

A flower growing

Up out of the sidewalk

Soaks in the rain

Shivers with pleasure

 

It knows

It is one of the lucky

To be able to quench

A required thirst

 

A flower growing

Up out of the sidewalk

Hears the children laughing

Listens to them playing

 

It knows

It is one of the lucky

To be able to see

Such innocent joy

 

A flower growing

Up out of the sidewalk

Is admired

By those who know resilience

 

But it knows

It really isn’t lucky at all

To live

To be admired

Is nothing

If it does not know love.