Growing Into the Mould
1 min read·May 22, 2026·
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Alas we watch the colours grow,
From green to pink with a reddish glow.
Like paint sprawled across the bumpy concrete floor,
Bubble of life and humid grasp and claw
Onto the redbrick buildings down the street,
In huddles and clusters, they do meet.
The sparrow and bluetit sit to rest,
Upon the growth that grins- well dressed.
It’s smile is hidden beneath green shade,
Other life forms it may degrade.
Yet it’s part and purpose is to survive.
So can we judge the creature when it only wants to thrive?
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