Inspired by urban food farmer Bailey Peryman.
Hard ground like pavement abandoned
Only allows for some weeds
Until you break it up into good soil
A chance at new life for some seeds
Though looking dead, like brown pebbles
Each one is placed with great care
glimpses of green, small miracles
The wonder is we don’t stop and stare
In the same way the hands that are helping
May have hardened minds that won’t yield
Most look and see only lost causes
You look and see an uncultivated field
Perhaps more important than produce
Or crops for a cafe or store
Are the seeds of purpose planted in minds
Growing thoughts that they can be more
