Lotus Flower

It pushed itself through the dirt And the ugliness of the murk, It knew that it was born from a seed But, it declared of itself that it was no weed. It should not flower thoughts did loom But, it still pushed itself through to bloom, As though tempting to disapprove and very cunning It became something quite marvelous and stunning. No matter were you come from, or your fights It's your decision to bloom to your delights, Take the right path and bloom into beauty pure With tolerance and strength and changes to allure. An ugly duckling had become a swan Sometimes art is drawn first with a crayon, God shows all has the strength and the power As we look and we think, of the Lotus flower. Randy L. McClave