I walk on the sidewalk I saw it in a crack in the stone on the side of the road Dandelions come out with little yellow flowers The smiling face faced the sun.
On the gravel road Not even afraid of being trampled and crushed Grass can grow in the crevices They held out their heads and looked around.
In their birthplace where there is hardly any soil I have to sigh: Where does this power come from What makes them so tenacious?!