There was in a courtyard,
an old cement wall.
Thunder lightning, nothing could
touch it at all.
It was cold and sturdy and topped
with bits of glass
It defied age, time or reason, it let
nobody pass.
One day through a tiny crack
there emerged
A tiny green stem with a leaf
still unfurled.
It has no soil to hold on to,
no water at all.
It had nothing in with the
old grey wall.
But slowly the tiny green stem
grew roots.
And the stem branched out
into multiple shoots.
Soon a crack appeared in the
unshakable wall.
Those who preserve, conquer
it all.
Honoring greatness.
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If you have devised these lines yourself..I must say you have done a very good job! keep it up!
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