In the concrete jungle, vast
The tone of grey is forever cast
But looking skyward one might see
A splash of color, so beautiful to me
The object is other worldly, out of place
Cutting through the monotone space
To a stick her body is bound
Four stories above the ground
Looking skyward, one might see
A splash of color so beautiful to me
Eagerly waiting for the sunshine hour
Heroically stands a city flower
The tone of grey is forever cast
But looking skyward one might see
A splash of color, so beautiful to me
The object is other worldly, out of place
Cutting through the monotone space
To a stick her body is bound
Four stories above the ground
Looking skyward, one might see
A splash of color so beautiful to me
Eagerly waiting for the sunshine hour
Heroically stands a city flower

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