fated

those tiny flowers of yellowish white bloom with its petals and leaves colorized the ground.
where did it come from? why did its grown solitaire in this land?
the stems are fragile and soft drifted by the dessert wind.
but they are fighting, struggle to life. why?
did they know that people are ignored them?
in this other side of land, where land isn't as friendly as they look to be,
while people crush them by their footsteps, they still bloom.
fated to born from a tiny seed, they are smiling to this world.
day is passing by, the flowers change to fruits.
now there are many more seeds to give away.
a seed to start a new life, a new struggle to survive, but they survive!
why not me?

* archive from May 2001.