The Sweet Pea Plant
Day after day - she is there,
Wisps of her fragrance fill the air.
The wind blows faintly on each flower,
She holds her posture, hour after hour.
Her petals are pink and tinged with joy,
Like the pure elation a child finds in a toy.
In the Summer evenings I sit and I stare,
At her sheer beauty, so stunning, so rare.
She is so confident, so fierce, so strong,
She reminds me that this is where I belong.
Whatever struggles I have, I can always bear,
she is there.