Cement holds the roots from beneath br Moss grows seeping to a tree br And love unfolds the story that we speak br The sight that I see... br Drops my nerves to it's defeat br Can't seem to believe br The surface creaks... br I trip over a crack in the street br What I see makes my heart beat br Finally something I can meet br Red, Green, and Thorny br What can this mean? br The skies clear the ground is bare br I pick up not trying to tear br The roots and colors are beautiful to see br The vase is near because...