They're growing in a window well where light is rarely seen. Live on, persist, be bright and green, or yellow hued for just a spell. They offer us some hope and tell us though pigheaded, willful, blind there's grace abounding, sure and kind. With thankful blessings everywhere repent, reform, reach up and there we'll leave our every tear behind.
Linked to Ronovan Writes Décima Poetry Challenge where the word “blind” is a rhyme word in the C lines of a décima with rhyme pattern ABBAACCDDC.