I am a blade of grass
in a cement world.
Yearning for enough space and light
through the cracks of
hurry
and greed
and media.
To breathe and grow
And remember things eternal.
I am insignificant to most.
A crack in the pavement.
Something to be fixed
Buried again by asphalt and indifference.
Only to be resurrected once more.
Determined to grow heavenward
Patiently
Persistently.
Gently reminding the passerby
of the destiny of things.
This cement for decay;
I for life everlasting.