an old bridge and its trees

Discarded by humans, the old bridge fell back under nature’s control. A brave tree or two took root in pockets of soil blown in by the wind, clinging to tiny cracks with desperate roots. Lichens feasted upon the concrete, crumbling the stonework bit by bit until the roots could grow bolder and stronger as the years went by.


Humans began to stop and look at it in wonder, thinking not of ruins but of the tenacity of nature and the power of patience.