cranny
In high-school, our english teacher forced our class to memorize and recite this poem and it has stuck with me all my life!!!
FLOWER in the crannied wall,
I pluck you out of the crannies;
Hold you here, root and all, in my hand,
Little flowerābut if I could understand
What you are, root and all, and all in all,
I should know what God and man is.
By Alfred, Lord Tennyson