Walking beneath bridges, peering out from under them at a
new angle of life.
Noticing cracks and openings in a man-made development,
comparing them to nature and it's complicit beauty.
Standing always in the forefront, proud as it can be of
it's natural ability to procreate itself symmetrically and beautifully.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem