They dug her deep

In the dark corner

Of their backyard

Seldom

Rare

Would anyone check on her

Weeks went by

The sun baked the earth

Cracked 

Opened it to receive 

The clouds

That arrived just as the heat had peaked

And then came the drops

One, two, and then just enough

To soak the parched soil

In trickled from the cracks

What would be elixir

To nurture and nourish

Her soul

In time, she felt alive

Her tiny self stretched out

The slumber gone

It was time for her to sprint

And see the sun

And the beautiful, bright world

Few weeks down

She reached for the sky

Holding on to a mighty banyan

She blossomed

The blooms covered her in no time

Peaking from behind the high walls

Of the same backyard,

The climber now delights all

Her flowers radiating in the fresh breeze

Nourishing the tiny bees

That would send her message to

Yet another climber

In a different backyard.