Up from a continous bloom,
A beauty undaunted appears.
Through the crushes on paved concrete...
Nothing about its presence,
Seems to be obsolete.
Although those passing by,
Are disguised in accepted weaknesses.
This vision is not man made.
Nor has it accepted a growth...
Prevented by limitations.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-vision-is-not-man-made/
