A lone dogwood inhabits the forest. Why there, I do not know. Not much light filters through the canopy. How does it grow?
Blooming white pedals cast a stark contrast. The blossoms are temporary but its determination lasts.
This diamond in the rough, reaches for the sun. There it stands alone, as if the only one.
An ornamental among hardwoods; elms, maples and oaks. This pioneer survives; to thrive and provoke.