I was a seed when they paved.
Regardless, I pushed through cracks and crevices seeking sustenance to grow, but found only more struggle.
When I reached for the Sun, I was trampled. No one noticed when my bark was cut or some branches were missing. I almost didn’t make it.
Then it rained and, well, I healed. Kindness saved me and hugs cared for me.
Though I’m a late bloomer, I have grown strong and learned to bend. Yes, I can still be cut down, but I won’t make it easy.
So for now, just pave around me and enjoy the shade.
Queenie's Seashells 