Desert Rose

How, in the harshness of this place
Is such a thing as this alive?
It has survived
Earth’s hardest slap on the face

And does this flower think it, too
Is like that which is all around?
Dry, hard, unbound
Attractive only to a few

Or does it know that it possesses
Beauty, both obvious and retained
In wind, sun, and rain
The desert heat it caresses

You are this rare desert bloom
And know not your power, I suppose
My sweet Desert Rose
To enter hearts where there is no room