Passing quickly over the asphalt
Each crack and crevice coming to life
Coming up to meet and greet
With it’s own special message…


Good-bye to the ground I have called home
The place that has held me, supported me
But, has not given love

There is a place I reside
My mind lives there now
and is loved, comforted

Still, I will miss the soil;
Fertile ground from which I grew
Where so many other flowers reside
Waiting to bloom and transplant

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