Crack in the pavement,

Split in monochrome manufacture.

Ruptured by a blow from Mjollnir,

Running down to rich belly of The Mother.

Where life and death slumber,

Hand in hand.

Ear to the ground,

Rough entrapment,

Smeared with life-force,

Of mindless machines.

Listen to the song,

Echoed by the birds and waves,

That threads through your veins.

Now, from the crack,

Gentle green sprouts.

Crumpling concrete,

As Oak and Holly,

Leaf and bough,

Answer the call.

And realisation comes home,

To this human race.