Seeds are cast tirelessly,

That a revolution may grow.

It is matched

With chemicals,

Angry hands,

Determined development.


But –

The rebels exploit the cracks,

Defying concrete and asphalt

To reveal the native wild,

Pregnant beneath the surface.


The false order cannot outlast the given.


Harbingers of patient revolution,

When the ground is softened,

And green returns,

Weeds will be the humble ushers

Of greater glories nature can bring.