Concrete-Eating Tree

I am like you too, although I am saddened by the vastness of sorrow. I struggle with old, evil walls and a little hope. Freshness and greenery will rise from every crack and crevice of the soul. You, O concrete-eating tree, if there are no leaves on the branch, be glad, for with us still, the dream of spring is not dead; there is a garden behind the wall!