There is a dandelion in our street,

that pushed its way through concrete.

Have you ever wondered, why it found its way?

Despite this firm dark layer above it, when it was born.

No life around its seed.

And still the plant does its job.

To grow and unfold.

Towards the air, it can not breath?

What hopeless hours in loneliness.

And still it strives.

To the light it can not see?

So how come it still abides?

Even in most despaired times.

A call from god?

Or  to fulfil its pure and holy self?

To be and live.