I’m at the wheel
My companion not seeing
Stopping at a traffic light
There — a dandelion, one flower
Growing in a crack in the sidewalk
I thought, “Pluck it; it shouldn’t be there”
But thought better of it
How valiant, how courageous
Struggling to survive with little nourishment and
Many, like me, who might have trampled you before you could regenerate —
And still you live, under the most difficult conditions —
Despite all adversity
Struggle on, little weed, little flower.
A weed is only a flower unwanted,
And you are beautiful in your strength.