Alone

In the middle of an oil spill
My petals remain
Pristine and white
I can feel the sun in my face
And I drain its energy
Yet my life here is short
The dream keeps my hope alive

Though I know the toxic
And I can feel the subterranean

Death march reserved for me
Yes I am short lived
But my leaves are pristine
And for a moment
I am on fire with life
It doesn't matter that I am alone
It doesn't matter that

My life is in the moment
It is only necessary
That I struggle
Damn toxicity to hell
I celebrate life in the second