The Stubborn Ambition of a Weed
By Saywisely
1 min read
Aug 1, 2024
Through cracks in stone, it fights to rise,
Toward unforgiving, concrete skies.
It does not ask if it belongs,
It just corrects perceived wrongs.
An inch of green, a defiant spear,
That whispers, 'I am meant to be here.'
A lesson in the will to grow,
That well-kept gardens never know.
Toward unforgiving, concrete skies.
It does not ask if it belongs,
It just corrects perceived wrongs.
An inch of green, a defiant spear,
That whispers, 'I am meant to be here.'
A lesson in the will to grow,
That well-kept gardens never know.