The Plant that refused to die (Poem)

The sun asked the little petals
to surrender.
Winds were ready
to write the obituary column.
Roots too tired
to venture in the desert soils.
Rain — 
it’s been 3 years.
Fellow pals
gave up a long time.
The sky and the earth thought
another day, another death.
there’s little hope
in the bony stem
if you ask me.

Yet
the lad
was laughing.
and taught me
more than any wise book
or the enlightened mystic.

When the rain
finally fell,
the plant
cried in silence
and told the flower —
I knew it.