REFLECTIONS (REFLECTIONS OF CALIFORNIA I-5)

Idly she gazed at the stark concrete gray,
A spot of green had caught her eye,
Bravely the little plant had struggled, and grown,
Only a crevice to mark its home.
When next she passed that way,
A flash of solar caught the sun's ray,
A royal purple glowed against the gray.
Was it just chance, there the seed had blown?
Or had LOVE'S HAND fashioned its home?