Flower Poem by Zoran Bogdanovic

Through a crack in concrete
a flower has grown.
In the middle of the street
all odds it beat.

A wind had blown,
a seed had flown,
on most unlikely place
it was thrown, and
it stayed there all alone.

Helped by circumstances,
some invisible forces,
spirits and fairies,
this small triumph of life
grew out of stone.

As if something was amiss,
the flower bloomed,
the prettiest form it assumed.
What a joy, what a bliss.