BEGGAR

Staring at heaven
with outstretched arms
wild eyed flower
begged for some alms –
a tiny drop of dew
to quench her thirst
from the harshness of day
just a little rest.
Her needs are simple
her wants – there are none
beggars cannot choose
what generosity hands.
Yet the hardy flower
thrived in her lot
though bruised and broken
defeated she was not.
She pulled herself up
from the unyielding ground
and hallowed the earth
where her beauty unfurled.