One Bluebell

A single bluebell was there
On a littered, barren bank
On a run-down housing development
Cheerless, soulless, rank.

I was passing in my car
When sunlight caught the blue
Of the solitary flower
Gamely pushing through.

Now - will it die or will it prosper?
Can it survive and return next year?
Will other flowers join it?
And deliver us yet more cheer.

This nose thumbing effort by nature
tells us fools rushing by
That though the surroundings be daunting
You can stand out if you try.