There is a lone flower that lives at the edge of my sidewalk. It stands in stark contrast to the dull grey of the concrete and the grass that is ever growing browner as the heat of the sun swelters the living plants surrounding it. The mower respects its territory and it has survived the walkers. It's the lone flower.
Pluck not the wayside flower;
It is the traveler's dower.
~William Allingham
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