Euphorbia All Alone Poem by Marilyn Lott

He stood amongst the Montana pines
Unique in his looks and style
For you see, he didn't belong there
But he had been there for a while.

A seed had blown in from another place
Or perhaps a bird dropped it here
To live with other plants and shrubs
There was nothing he had to fear.

Sticky milk seeped from his stems
It was a different charm and tone
A flower unlike any other, for sure
Yes, Euphorbia stood all alone.