My delicate love, in your days of life,
such strength you showed standing upright
as a challenge, as a stand;
you grasp with all your might, clinging
to your small spot of land.
I passed and daily did I admire such as was
displayed by your strength, sheer beauty;
I could not understand how as grass and
weeds were trampled all around, you stood
straight, fragile–not tall.
You wavered not, challenging all dangerous
movements upon which you stood; the ground.