The Power of Hope

The flower grew in the centre of the field,

Its petals vibrant blue and delicate,

It twirled and lazed in the sunlight,

Its beauty radiating for all to see,

Though its delicacy was short-lived,

Predators stomped and tore,

Mowing, trimming, cutting, poisoning,

The flower struggled to withstand the constant torment,

Its stem grew limp,

Its colour faded softly,

But its roots were planted whimsically in the Earth,

Spiralling under the mass of rich soil and pillowy grass,

They granted the flower a haven of security,

The flower weathered the ferocious storms of those desperate to tear it down,

It stood tall,

As hope fertilised the petals of vibrant blue.