Moss

Large, very large.

Concreted buildings stretching up towards the sky.

Dwarfing the sun in comparison, whose rays of light scarcely reached the ground.

Cracks and crevices.

Unnoticed.

Unnoticed by the busy bustling people, Moss.

Moss lined the bottom most edges of the buildings.

Moss had no mind, Moss just lay there, a small reminder of the nature that was here before.

And would be here after.

Sometime passersby would notice Moss

But not really.

The most attention moss got was from bugs,

they scuttled and crawled and flew over moss, almost as busy as the passersby.

Sometimes they would stop and examine Moss, they plucked small pieces from moss.

Moss didn’t mind, there was enough of Moss to go around.

Moss lay in the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.

Maybe tomorrow or the day after it would be more, maybe it would reach up but then again maybe it wouldn’t.

But today, today it was Moss.