Just like hope, I've seen you grow from unimaginable places. You manage to sprout despite the unfriendly environments, and the odds that can tear you away from your delicate roots. It's strange how your seeds settle down in the debris between two bricks of an old mossy wall with no nourishment and no one to nurse you. Waiting to crack open all the possibilities and bloom awkwardly in all your glory. Through cemented roads, and heartless tiles. Just like stray dogs, you're stray shrubs... (Caption) Just like stray dogs, you're stray shrubs. Nature blessed you with her strength. To grow without care. To survive on your own. You do not seek protection from others but you have enough faith on a force unknown. A little sunlight to pet you gently twice a day. Just a little warmth and you open up with endless possibilities. You love beyond believe, effortlessly enough to survive.
