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By Ruth Calder Murphy (Arciemme)

Where grass grows

through cracks

in concrete

and moss settles soft

where hard-nosed humans

used to plot and scheme,

where leaves wrap green

‘round fountains

and flowers emblazon brick,

claiming their territory

and marking it out for joy;

Wherever trees grow,

exhaling oxygen,

displacing poison,

wherever water springs clean

and clear,

Wherever monochrome

is broken through

and colour bursts anew,

Hope is here.

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