Cement holds the roots from beneath <br />Moss grows seeping to a tree <br />And love unfolds the story that we speak <br />The sight that I see... <br />Drops my nerves to it's defeat <br />Can't seem to believe <br />The surface creaks... <br />I trip over a crack in the street <br />What I see makes my heart beat <br />Finally something I can meet <br />Red, Green, and Thorny <br />What can this mean? <br />The skies clear the ground is bare <br />I pick up not trying to tear <br />The roots and colors are beautiful to see <br />The vase is near because... <br />I picked up a Rose That Grew From Concrete<br /><br />Dylan Thunder Hawk<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-rose-that-grew-from-concrete-3/
