Tantrum

Pity-party debating railway tie,
Low and behold beauty caught an eye.
A fragile shoot nestles inseam,
Thrivant amongst wooden beam.

Proudly betwixt steely rail,
Pintsized, defiant, frail.
I ponder, taken aback
 A spitfire clung to this track.

Staring down a hell-bound train,
Though threat of trolley stain.
wasted time how it should be,
This posy, much stronger than me.

Alive, though it may crumble
Surviving despite it may tumble
And me with tantrum on display,
A rebel shouts viva for today.