” The Humble Flower”

A flower bloomed beside the road,

Where few would stop, where dust was sowed.

No garden fence, no gentle hand—

Yet beauty thrived in barren land.

 

It never asked for more than sun,

For rain, for time—what’s due to one.

And though unseen by passer’s eyes,

It touched the earth, it kissed the skies.

 

Moral:

 ” True grace will blossom, come what may—

Worth shines, even when none stay.”