There is a rainforest
in the storm drain.
Ferns burst from the concrete walls
and if I kneel close
I can hear birds whistling
in the darkness, but they stay
tucked behind the bars and roadway.
The planet life never sneaks up
into the sunlight.
Maybe, because they know
who the true monsters are.
Poetic Trials 
This is a beautiful and thoughtful piece indeed. Blessings ❤️🦋