From the fresh concrete

Seeds sprout into native weeds

Wilderness breaks through

Walking a tight rope

Between bliss and disaster

And falling apart

Fecund undergrowth

Towering over our heads

Life never stands still

Scatter thoughts like seeds

Carried away on rivers

The best ones come back

You follow snail trails

Curl up in my shell and hide

Behind tired eyes

From dirty black soil

Filled with bugs and worms and germs

Grows all that we eat

From dirty black soil

Filled with bugs and worms and germs

Grows all that we eat