Tending to grow in fields of gravel
A wildflower, stretching to breathe
Against the pale blue sky
Gathering sunshine with each breeze
Under heavy feet of passersby
Somehow surviving but dying
Slowly fading into nothingness
Color is a blurry memory
Although moving slowly now
Times slips by unnoticed
The stalk so steady and true
Beginning to bend
But pours life in its future
Hoping things will change
For better days