Concrete Rose

Let me tell you about a rose.

Up out of concrete; it grows,

Proving nature wrong.

Learned to walk on its own feet,

to gain vision of the world it stood on its tip toes.

Funny it seems but by keeping its dreams,

it learned to breathe fresh air,

in a polluted society.

Long live that CONCRETE ROSE,

although not everyone cared.

Long live the rose

even when no one was there...

~Elijah Predeoux