Fissure

A floating seed
a tiny one in fact

on the wind

can find the

smallest fissure 

in hard tarmac 

maybe falling

on the hardness

at first

but then pushed by

a random source

be it

man with a push 

of air by 

a mechanical

device 

or nature with 

a raindrop that picks 

it up with a roll

to find soil

and sprout

Our hearts

even though 

we make them

hard

they do crack (even more so)

and then unexpectedly 

we see an

insignificant seed (or so we think)

filling our heart

filling the fissure