have cast their seed
on this rocky spot.
Here, where mankind’s
industry conspired to kill
where concrete slabs
covered irises and bluebells
mighty trees, scarring
the face of the land, here
good Earth reclaims her rights.
Rust and stone, unyielding
until a seed borne on a vagrant wind,
and another, and then another one
gathered to make a garden plot,
a paradise created by God’s own hand,
here, in the unlikeliest of places.