And the green grass grew all around, all around….
No, that’s not how the song goes. There is a song. It’s been a while so I’m not really sure how it goes to tell the truth. I think it ends up something like — well, the feather on the wing and the wing on the bird and the bird in the egg and the egg in the nest and the nest on the limb and the limb on the tree and the tree on the root and the root in the ground and the green grass grew all around, all around. And the green grass grew all around. But it’s what I thought when I saw this little sprig of grass (weeds) growing out of the crack on the side of the building.
Because that’s how my mind goes.