In the stump of a tree grows life, a magnolia flower not where you would expect it to be.
Lonely as I was, standing tall,
The loneliness didn’t seem to bother him at all.
The beauty of the world was company enough
even with having to live in the brush.
Orange and yellow, bursting into life
The velvety red rose, beauty so soft, with your warm inviting scent, lovely as can be.