The Poetry Of Everything

Flowers Grow In The Hardest Of Hearts

A heart of stone,

cold and unyielding,

unforgiving and,

unbending,

cracked and scuffed,

marked and broken,

but still the flower grows.

Pits and pockmarks,

are perfect,

for the placing of the seed,

cracks make natural grips,

that the roots might need.

And so the flower,

G R O W S.