Wild vibrant pink foxglove flower
Why do you grow on the cliff top overlooking the Gower?
Sprouting up between rocks ruins Of unforgiving crags;
Seeking a foothold in every minute In crack and crevice.
My soul rides on the wings of these shadows,
It bleeds with echoing cries,
The thorns around you are many,
But you are not dulled by the rough shards.
I will help you go on
Unrelenting, yet a little fragile,
Threatened by every breath of wind.
So, if you choose to be on the rock,
Be strong and ever changing,
And I know you will perservere;
Even when you as you hold on
for life and while staring at death.
Even with you against the weight of my heart,
Just like the foxglove flower, whom lives in the Gower.
For my best friend.
I love you.