Sometimes something makes it through the cracks in the cement, and reaches for the sky, oblivious of the 
litter and broken glass surrounding it
Somehow, it manages to grow, and avoid being trampled by the hundreds of footsteps that blindly pass
An opening appears, some light and warmth breaking through the concrete, and it takes off, not knowing how high it will reach
Or if it will be destroyed without ever being noticed
To reach for the sky, feeling nothing but life, growth and well-being,
Surrounded by litter and broken glass, and the errant footstep that could kill me
And move, and breathe, and connect with the people whose lives cross my path as I continue to reach for the sky,
And avoid those that want to crush me
On purpose. or just by chance
Now that would be something
Keep reaching Michael! Lovely thought. Beauty and strength can be found in the most unusual places.