Wildflower

Quite by chance I saw a single, small, white wildflower amid a crush of grass and weeds along the roadside, its presence crowded out by seed heads and space hungry leaves of species honed for survival. This wildflower occupied an area no larger than my little finger and even then was bumped and bullied by weedy neighbors. It fed on the leftover light filtered down through the tall grass. I would like to think that in this sometimes bleak universe there is a caring and benevolent force that tries to preserve such fragile beauty from the rampant excesses of survival and greed, nudges the odds to favor such a humble flower, nurtures its seed.