A Flower Grows...

They Told him...

Don't try to plant a garden there...
It's full of rocks,
Nothing will ever grow there

But, he brought out the spade,
His watering can
And with his careful hands...

He bent down gently to the ground
And moved rocks
Until he found sweet Earth

He had a vision
Of me

And somehow,
By some strange miracle

I grew from his seed

He showered me with love
And coveted my soil
Even in the rain,
He stood by
With watchful eyes

And now I am more beautiful
Than the others could have ever imagined

For even in a garden of rocks
A flower grows...