089: endurance

A flower blooms between sidewalk cracks, as another siren is heard echoing in the distance, getting ever so much closer. Pedestrians and other human traffic step out of the way, mysteriously avoiding the bloom without even catching a glimpse of the petals through a wandering eye. Perched upon the concrete, surrounded by artificial structures, the lone splash of green stands defiant, sending out the subtle message to the minds open enough to detect the floral whisper hiding beneath the siren.

"You may be here, on my land," it said, "but soon, all this land will one day be green again..."