The Rose That Grew from Concrete
Against all odds, a rose arose,From concrete cracks, its spirit shows.Toughened petals, yet grace it kept,In harshness, silently it wept.No soil’s embrace, yet it found light,Battling shadows, reaching for height.Through cracks and crevices, it grew,A testament, both brave and true.This rose, in bloom, defies despair,A splash of hope in urban air.Its roots, though strained, hold…