Out of wreckage and destruction
broken streets of bomb blitzed London,
razed when warfare wreaked its havoc
causing life loss and despair.
From the darkest, bleakest hours
sprang the sight of tiny flowers
as they struggled through the rubble,
stretched their necks to breathe in air.
Where no other plant life flourished,
soon these pretty rosette faces
colonised the empty spaces,
spread themselves without a care.
Free and easy in surroundings,
lovely pink their pearly petals
covered empty barren places
stronger grew and settled there.
Out of wreckage and destruction
when each day it’s hard to function,
search for nature’s wiser counsel,
grief a state we all must bear.
Let with time there come solutions
every season brings a reason,
courage sent to help us cope
with welcome sprigs of new found hope.