Midnight Blossom

Deep in a desert of dry dark cold,
A midnight blossom grows,
Stretching its roots through the dense desolate earth,
Where no flourishing others can go.

With dim moonlight to guide its path,
The midnight blossom sprouts upward,
With only cold wind and no sun to take in,
The blossom is discouraged from its birth.

The midnight blossom deprived of sweet nature,
Stands defying the odds in a desert,
Where none living can lie and inhabitants die,
The sweet blossom blossoms forever.

With no admiring crowd or object around,
The midnight blossom grows,
Defying the odds, growing close to the stars,
Deep, deep in a desert of dry dark cold.