Among the stone steps
and the rusty irons you blossomed.
Bright, yellow and beautiful.
You came to remind me
that those seeds planted
give birth to unexpected beauty.
In fact, someone had drastically
torn the bush apart
some months ago
because it appeared to be a bother,
it got in the way of the one
who wanted to pass.
Like when we are in a hurry;
we loose the capacity to admire,
to contemplate,
to be inspired by beauty,
by life growing and blossoming near us.
But still, in time, one little seed
brought back the flowers.
Do not dispair,
whatever you may have lost
will come back to you
unexpectedly as bright as ever.
