Little leaf, all alone.
You’re color bold against the stone.
I’ve no idea how it came to be,
That you should land right in front of me.
I almost passed without a care,
Thinking people might wonder if I stop and stare.
But something in your brazen stance,
Draws me in for another glance.
I can see your spots and ugly stains,
Your bruises and your dried up veins.
But these only add to the beauty there,
With each new glance I’m less aware.
Of the blemishes that mare your face,
Instead I see a lovely grace.
If you look past the flaws and the barren ground,
Peace and splendor and can still be found.