A faithful flower
stems
from angry grasses,
long
and sharp, standing firmly in
fields,
or on a hillside.
Outlast
the angry, blaring
sun,
and the suffocating storm
rivers,
and the race of life:
up
and up and up,
atop
it all. In death the withered
corpse
of courage passes on the
seeds
of strength that
rise
and are swept away
—bravely—
by a fateful breeze.