Whisper of The Desert Flower

I am ..
The lioness trodding through the desert
Observing her world
Empty
Hills of deceit
Sands of struggle
And I know not fear
For I am
A desert flower ... Born to conquer

Moulding screams and nightmares into
Success
Fashioned the needles of adversity
Pierce through cotton clouds of hope
And my spirit still roars with much muster
With much valour
With much happiness
For I am ....a desert flower

Delicate .....pure .....strong ....gorgeous
And my scars from the battlefield
Adds the sparkle in my strength

Representing ....life !
Permanent hope
I shall overcome

There is no quarrel in my smile but the fortune I see in appeasing the scorched lips of adversity ...