“One single flower, can have all the power” Gun Roswell 

A single flower emerging 

Sometimes the force of nature simple pushes through, even when the odds are against and the concrete too hard to punch out from, but then, a the one single creature makes it, growing where none oft them should, flourishing is more like it, as the perfect one, more gorgeous than any other, most likely because there is no comparison, to any other, watching the flower grow ever stronger each passing day, surviving against the most stacked against odds, just because, it wants to, and so, remaining there for the longest ever, the one solemn pretty flower.