Roots
Roots
A beautiful rare flower
sprung up out of the center
of the desert only to be greeted
by the hostel environment of the scorching sun.
After days and weeks had past!
the brutality of the mighty desert had almost claimed
the very part of the flower that had brought it life.
Frail and dehydrated
the flower found what little strength it could
to call upon its roots.
Give me the strength to push on!
help me to defeat the inner blackness that surrounds me!
and give life to my soul once again.
Help me to breath beauty into my
surroundings
and may the light of the scorching sun
bring purity and protection.
Against all odds!
the flower survived the inner darkness
of the mighty desert.
Through the faith
of its roots and the light that
surrounds it.
The flower is forever Radiant!
Copyright © Eric Fowler | Year Posted 2010
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