On a parking lot...

A lone flower grew from a very small seed, it worked it way out through cement and concrete, it manager itself to grow and blossom, expression of beauty wasn't just a desire but a need

We may be living in a terrible world
That looks like a parking lot than like a heaven on earth
With so many cars available to drive over our small attempts to beauty.
There is nothing that can contain the seed planted in our heart
The layers of cement and concrete may be thick
The seed of beauty, seed of kindness, seed of love, honesty, the seed of awe and compassion I'll definately work there way through and will make our world look more like a heaven on earth, more like a paradise than like a parking lot...