There is a tiny plant, <br />A Lilac, <br />Weathered with drought, <br />Aged with an instinct for survival. <br />The Lilac must live, <br />Release the air, <br />Feel the Sun, <br />And take in the water. <br />The Lilac stretches roots, <br />Far and wide, <br />But the weeds reach farther. <br />Until nothing is left for the Lilac, <br />Except hope, <br />That it could still exist.<br /><br />Candice Renae Williams<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lilac/
