The wilting flowers with early dew
Take up the ground where beauty grew
Then slowly stems the pretty bud
Beneath the ugly blackened mud
Pushing up from under ground
It struggles on with nary a sound
Eager to bathe in the nourishing light
And nothing save dense earth to fight
Concrete could be poured atop
But still this bud could not be stopped
Days did pass and months did fade
Till' Spring again dawned and its beauty bade
Freed from the bondage of cold Winter's soil
Having bested the season, surviving turmoil
And now, once again, delicate petals will grow
Erupting in sunlight in a splendorous show
