Granite

Slate, like faces staring into the sun
cold from the internalness
of stone
lying open and exposed
waiting to be warmed

Clinging for its life
a flower ties a bond with its savior
and plants itself in a crack
sheltered and put on
a pedestal
it has nothing to do
but grow 

And the sun seeing this
blazes a heat that will be felt
through the night
as other suns
watch this hallowed rock.