besides life in the cracks between the side walk, i've discovered grass growing all the way up and out of the top of a stop sign. crazy, right? like the grass just decided one day, hey, i am going to protest this sign they put here, it makes me so mad, *&^%! then, there was the overpass i waited under while stopped at a red light; greenery had mostly commandeered the structure as a means to get some sunlight in its veins... when i see these beautiful little things my heart swells with joy. so, in honor of all things mother nature (hey, we've got a full moon in cancer tomorrow), i wrote a poem :)
in the cracks between the sidewalk
live all kinds of things wild and free
from worms, weeds and ladybugs
to the deepest roots of that majestic, old oak tree
in the cracks between the sidewalk
life forges upward and expands
because our mother still lies beneath
nurturing with her earthen hands
that which our father covered over
with his progress and industry
but you can't keep a good woman down
she has to tell her story
so he buried her
but not deep enough you see
she winds her way up every chance she gets
grows, flowers and spreads her love to thee
if you'll just take a moment
to witness her love so green
growing, growing