They come in all forms and different places, some short, some fuzzy, and some tall Soil peeps through a crack of concrete and a seed happens to fall
This could be were a flower will grow. Little streams of sewer water make there way over the soil as little stems begin to show
Slowly growing through cracks of conrete Surely when it blooms it wont be so descrete
Many think this flower couldn't possibly last.. As the thunder storms begin to pass
Yet it still manages to overcome the very first freeze And the stem still stands tall even when struck with any bit of breese
Even with just the light of the moon It slowly begins to bloom
How? One may ask
Well.. In case you didn't know..
"Every flower needs a little rain to grow"
Every one of us is like a flower... Some coming from nothing still have the chance to grow strong and firm like a tower
We all undergo storms, freezes and struggels of our own..
In a way it still plays a factor in how much we have grown
Don't ever forget you too are a flower
And no matter how rough the rainy days get you will outshine with power!