Growth Anyway Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Growth Anyway



Flowers delicately growing through wire fences,
gently grasping - holding on to life.

Wiggling blossom heads in morning breezes,
freer than the air we breathe.

Lovely facets of nature growing with man's
inventions to keep people out.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success