I just read a nice book with my daughters called The Boy Who Didn't Believe in Spring by Lucille Clifton. The story was written in the 1970's and you can tell by the language and art style.
Spoiler Alert: Towards the end of the story the two boys find a small path of flowers that are
The image reminded me of the poem "The Rose That Grew From Concrete" by Tupad Shakur:
Did you hear about the rose that grew
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
from a crack in the concrete?
Proving nature's law is wrong it
learned to walk with out having feet.
Funny it seems, but by keeping it's dreams,
it learned to breathe fresh air.
Long live the rose that grew from concrete
when no one else ever cared.
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