Little Flower!

An unkept lot with trash and weeds,
is and ugly sight to see.
We find no beauty hidden there,
there's none for you nor me.
Then suddenly a seed is dropped,
by birds from far above.
A little seed so full of hope,
and with a wondrous love.
A summer rain, the bright sunshine,
the little seed does sprout.
Against all odds it starts it's climb,
it knows it must get out.
So slowly yet surely it grows, and grows, and grows,
up from the trash and weeds, towards heaven it slowly goes.
Then suddenly it's lovely head pops up,
into our view.
That dainty, esquisite little flower,
that flower dear is you!

Sherry Molcan 1992 copywright@