Over there in the dark and dreary alley <br />Where no one ever goes, a flower grows. <br />Pushing up through a crack, pushing with all its might <br />Striving upward to reach the light <br /> <br />A flower, like love, is a delicate thing <br />That needs tenderness and care to thrive. <br />However, there it is alone and somehow it survives <br />All through the winter and into the spring <br /> <br />Its leaves unpeeled, its petals reveled <br />In the sunlight it lives, the moonlight it dies <br />The warmth of the sun returns and again it tries<br /><br />Jim Milks<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-flower-grows/
