Between the cracks on city hall

a little soil from on high did fall

Perhaps a bird on the homeward wing

Did this earth from the empyrean bring

And in that lay asleep a seed

Waiting its time,  this time concede

Until from the grey cloud loud spoke

Drops so  light did the dirt soak

A  shoot tender from hearts of stone  prise

Lines a rose budding from far distant sunrise

Deep and deeper did the  roots life  instill

To break walls with a growing good-will

So spirit of humanity shall always thrive

Even when ground down, be always alive!