A seed that sleeps beneath the asphalt top;

Through cracks, awaken, struck by rays of Light.

These gaps collect the dew high heavens drop;

A sprout, new life,with purposes incite.



O Delicate sapling! What strength thine own?

Such small, sensitive twig, a stem so frail.

No might possessed, how’er not left alone;

Through mercy, o’er the fort’fied stone prevail.



Safe shrub, all feet and rigs are directed;

Compassion leads thy predators astray.

Harsh winds and storms, through kindness, reflected;

The sun’s scorch not, no wither nor decay.



Due time, there stands a solid old oak tree;

Yet still relies on th’grace of God to be.