My Poetry. A lonely Flower.

How did this beautiful flower grow? 
Among-st the bracken and thickened snow 
pert and proud on barren land 
Amazed how such a miracle stands. 
All alone a singular treat 
void of emotion, treacherous feet 
carried by songbirds from a warmer clime 
Ignorant of wastage and sealed by its prime. 
Glowing so colourful sweet smell of perfume
avoiding the vases of humanities front room
grow old my flower be erect and assured
Carry the torch of environments cured.
Warm up my life and make me alive
bloom for eternity, germinate, survive
seed for the pleasure and love that you give
Grow for the goodness and promise me “live”.