B for Blaue Blume

~*Blaue Blume*~

(Blue Flower) 

Against the field it grows, gritty,
and I look down, filled with pity
at a green sprout, beauty its shield.
It grows, gritty, against the field

In a concrete fissure, it grows.
Below the sun it will repose;
through cyclic time it will venture.
It grows in a concrete fissure.

Blue’s the color, blue is the view,
grey is the sky as it’s askew.
It grows taller, life span smaller.
Blue is the view; blue’s the color.

Llinked to  ABC Wednesday, show your world Tuesday,  Macro Monday. and Friday Skywatch.