Growing out of a barren crag
Like a flower standing alone
Some might think out of place
Yet its beauty is easily shown.
It could have been in a field
Other plants growing around
But for the artist looking out
Its beauty might not be found.
Too often we seem to get lost
In the crowd of those close by
While there is safety in numbers
At times we need to just say Bye.
Solitude at times is a protection
Freeing us to just find our self
For if we are just part of the crowd
We might as well sit on a shelf.