There is a tiny plant,
A Lilac,
Weathered with drought,
Aged with an instinct for survival.
The Lilac must live,
Release the air,
Feel the Sun,
And take in the water.
The Lilac stretches roots,
Far and wide,
But the weeds reach farther.
Until nothing is left for the Lilac,
Except hope,
That it could still exist.
Candice Renae Williams
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lilac/
