Ode to Resilience: Determined to Grow

I received a plant as a prize from the fair, and this poem was inspired by my admiration for its resilience. 

A prize you were,
But you were not prized.
Not planted,
        Not watered,
               Not given the time.
Placed in a room, dark and forgotten.
But you grew.

Sure death was yours,
I expected the signs.
Not planted,
        Not watered,
               Not given the time.
Thrown to the ground, lone and abandoned.
But you grew.

I didn't give you water or light.
Your roots were bare all day and all night.
There was no proper planting ground
Of course no life could therein be found!

But wait, is that...
Oh, what a rebuke.
Surviving.
        And thriving.
                Growing to Produce
Beautiful flowers fit for the use
Of blessing.

Oh, little plant
No trace of dismay.
Determined.
        Resilient.
                Life-fighter, I'd say.
To follow your steps will thus remain
An honor.












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