The Rose That Grew From Concrete
A perfectly normal genesis: the seed being nurtured in the mother’s womb,
And the struggle to break through to nature’s embrace.
An embrace soft and warm like a sunlit kiss that brightens away gloom.
And it seemed as if contentment would continue at a productive pace.
That is until winds of change brought seasons of inclement weather.
Torrents of rain as if of Noah’s day would mercilessly beat down.
Monsoons became floods until a deluge encompassed and altogether
Enveloped. When then the waters receded, tempest winds blew all around.
The ground was parched, nor was there any other solace as searing heat
Pummeled and battered relentlessly until there appeared to be no end in sight.
But hope springs eternal, and escape from exigency and being browbeat
Was on the horizon. The cloak of darkness was lifted so one could see light.
The elements lost their dominance, clouds parted and hymns so sweet
Could be heard when it was revealed that a rose had grown from concrete.