This morning
I saw wildflowers blooming,
Rooted in the cleft of a rock.
Petals waved like
Delicate violet water spouts.
How can it be?
This fragile miracle,
This coming together of seed and soil
Taking root in a granite crag.
We, too, sink
Tender, resilient roots
In precarious places
And bloom.
All the Wonders 
YOu seem to speak to my needs. Thank you.
Hi, friend. I’m so glad that my words are helpful. Much love, Beht
WOW. That was so beautiful and made me smile. What a glorious way to describe our overcoming struggles.
Blessings to you.