Through the Asphalt Top

August 30, 2010
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A seed that sleeps beneath the asphalt top;

Through cracks, awaken, struck by rays of Light.

These gaps collect the dew high heavens drop;

A sprout, new life,with purposes incite.

O Delicate sapling! What strength thine own?

Such small, sensitive twig, a stem so frail.

No might possessed, how’er not left alone;

Through mercy, o’er the fort’fied stone prevail.

Safe shrub, all feet and rigs are directed;

Compassion leads thy predators astray.

Harsh winds and storms, through kindness, reflected;

The sun’s scorch not, no wither nor decay.

Due time, there stands a solid old oak tree;

Yet still relies on th’grace of God to be.

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bound4life4ever This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Sept. 17, 2010 at 4:53 pm

i love this poem! i checked out ur work nd ur a really goos writer! keep writing


Tenthmuse said...
Sept. 17, 2010 at 9:27 am
I love the language you used in this, and I love how you explained such a simple topic in such deep language. This is really good, some of the best I've seen on this site! Keep it up!
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