Striving

The hot summer back with us again
Walking on this baking slab footpath
I see a crushed flower stem beside
On the grass council nature strip
One of those small yellow daisies
The stem squashed-kicked apart
Maybe a shopping cart accidentally
Or by some ruthless young boys
Regardless I noticed it clung on
Pathetically striving to survive
Its bright head sticking back up
Seeking life and a return to the sun
(Before eventually succumbing
To the following icy cold winter)
I acknowledged in it my own fragility
Sharing dismay at the futility of it all