Light of Rebirth in Springtime

with traces of its roots
missing it clings to life
exposed to the harsh
elements no one knows
what will come of it.
interweaved with the
frigid metal it struggles
to stay alive blowing
about in the wind
no one tends to it.
bare of flowers
it starts to lose
strength crinkled brown
leaves are all that remain
no one cares if
it survives.
Life throws at us things worth fighting for and
         Spring Breeds New Beginnings.