A shout-out
to all those plants growing up through concrete.
You’re not weeds;
you’re survivors.
You’re recyclers,
taking back stone to earth
and ugly to beautiful
and man to nature.
Keep on growing, friends.
Keep on stretching out,
inching up,
notching roots through cracks
and blooming up into the sun.
You’re small but mighty
and you’re not a weed.
You’re life.