Roots wrapped around, crawling up walls and through cracks in buildings, workers shocked, taking photos. Tiny sprigs shoot out of thicker green, spreading out infinite like fractals unseen. Nature reclaiming without a shred of hostility. But to say the least, she knows her place: on top of all of us.
I love the image you’ve conjured here. I especially like the line, “Nature reclaiming without a shred of hostility.”