Blades of Grass

the tiny blade of grass poking between teh heavy sheets of concrete the silver glow of sky scrapers don't hinder this little guy's spirit to grow. the busy office poeople dont take time to notice you there they trod upon you as they do on me. i fell down once long ago and yet nobody stops to help me up so here i sit and wtahc you grow. you become my chia pet between the gum and teh garbage the traffic and teh gossip the rain the sun the city scum you manage to pull a life you manage to grow. cuting thru the poavemetn storng like a knife. you are my hero you aer so tuff even tho yet you are not evena tuft, jyst a blade. new life begins in the city's hell sitting in the sidewalk middle nobody yet notices i fell. xox Kyelle