Sapling

Concrete rises to the sky,

A dark grey tint and gloomy clouds.

Towers and skyscrapers so high,

Clusters of shouts and growing crowds.

Trees turn into street lights,

Rivers into roads.

Like a forest that ignites,

Nature slowly erodes.

Hidden between the bricks,

Covered by the dark,

Sprouting past the sticks,

A sapling, a spark.

Fighting against the monstrosity

Rising to unreachable heights

Reclaiming beautiful sights