Nothing grows in concrete,
it's hard and unforgiving;
it don't allow for growth,
for things that nourish living.

No thing grows in cement,
it stifles out each breath;
where oxygen can't thrive,
it results in only death.

Concrete is for building,
walls we cannot climb;
barriers that separate,
where the sun can't shine.

Cement is for highways,
to speed us all along;
in chariots of metal,
apart from Nature's song.

Nothing grows in concrete,
it has no heart or soul;
the more we do without it,
the more that we grow whole.