Growing Through It

It poked it's little head through the crack as tires whizzed dangerously by

Feet stomped past, quickly, carelessly, sleepwalking

But the seed pushed forward, upward...reached for the sun where he was

Prayed for rain and kindness and a little more room

Opened his little leaves, though tattered and torn, sucked in every drop that the city would give it

Sang joyously in the rain, just loud enough that in the mist, a woman overheard

Kneeled down and said hello
Heart stole one appreciating moment and image
Connected with the little plant's struggle and persistence and beauty

The onlookers saw the crazy woman...
laughed
looked away
called her an artist

But in reality
the little plant impressed her more
Woke her up
made her glow

Humming the tune all the way home