Flower in the Crannied Wall
I pluck you out of the crannies,
I hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flower—but if I could understand
What you are, root and all, all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
~ Alfred Lord Tennyson ~
Two recent flowers I found in crannied "walls" during my morning walk near Atlanta.
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