Amaze MeMature

Little sprouts of grass

Grow between the cracks

Of sidewalk despite the

Lack of soil. How they

Somehow manage this feat

Without nourishment is

Quite beyond me yet they

Appear greener than any

Of the grass with soil.


Precious little sprouts

How your perseverance

Knows no bounds.

I'll try to avoid the cracks

As you continue your trek

To amaze the world.

The End

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