Plant

[Setting Sun]

I saw her, up on a windswept bluff,
alone,
sprouted out of a crack in a rock,

those below below envied her,
whispering,
all that space, all to herself,

they didn't see,
there was no shelter from the wind,
water flowed past and did not stop,

and even so,
born under a bad star,
in her struggle of a life,

she raised her branches with pride,
and offered her blossoms to the sky