What are you doing, little flower?
You’re not supposed to be here.
This is not the place for your kind.
Stone cold concrete is paved here.
Small seeds aren’t supposed to grow.
The cracks in the sidewalk aren’t your’s.
The asphalt boils around here, tiny plant.
Smog is going to fill your cells with poison.
Organisms bigger than you walk around here.
You’re going to be plucked, picked, or weeded.
What will you do against unforgiving pavement?
I’ll give you that, little flower – you’re tougher than me.