Yet, It Survives

Burgeoning lives in the listless marshes,

Struggling to pull through, to persist, to exist,

A victim of Nature’s persisting harshes-

Yet, it survives.

Fighting, enduring murderous lashes,

Tortures borne for trying to live.

Beaten, bruised, earning its gashes-

Yet, it survives.

Pushing through the flooded and burdened Earth,

Devoid of life-sustaining minerals.

Painfully suffering from the dearth-

Yet, it survives.

Burning in the glare of the heartless sun,

Gasping for air in its sodden surroundings,

Destroyed by humans despite harming none-

Yet, it survives.

Living and striving in strenuous situations,

Fuelled by the passion to show its worth;

It strives to prove the power of amalgamations-

And so, it survives.

Then time stands still until the unknown hour,

When in its boughs shall tremble its lovely first bounty:

The first bloom, a tender white flower-

Yes- it survives…