Wild Violets.

Life is tenacious.
It takes hold, clings on,
Elbows its way into existence
And finds a way to bloom.

It takes the smallest chance,
Finds a crack of opportunity
Where there seems to be none,
Bursts out and opens its heart.

The chance to be is all it asks.
There is no vainglory,
No fanfare and no pride.
It simply demands a space.

Don’t mess with life.
It has been here longer than you have,
It is stronger than you
And it will always win.



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