A Wildflower

 The Awakening of her soul

didn’t happen in the resounding

of fireworks illuminating the 

ebony sea as so she had dreamed.

Instead it came in the watering 

of a wildflower growing by the  

roadside.

Wilting in the heat of a hot 

summer sun.

Often overlooked by the man

 passersby

Told to let it be- for it will either

 flourish or it will die…

But where they saw a weed, 

she saw hope and beauty

Alive

And so she watered the hope 

Growing by the roadside

Wilting in the heat of a hot 

summer sun

And she watched it flourish

And she watched it bloom

And its blossoms became a tree

And the many passersby

Who had only seen a weed

Marveled at the beauty 

Alive

Where once overlooked

Left to flourish …or to die