Grass
The driveway in front of my garage is paved with asphalt. After years and years of sun and rain, cracks appeared like the lines on a tortoise shell. Without my noticing, a few faint strands of green pushed through.
They were so tender that one step would crush them. I paid little attention. But after a while, I suddenly noticed that the black cracks were crawling with green weeds. They were an eyesore.
I decided to get rid of them. Pulling by hand did not work. Scraping with a shovel did not work. Hoeing did not work. I could scrape the grass off the driveway with a knife, but the roots remained in the cracks, and in less than two weeks the grass spread again.
I fought it several times the same way, yet still it was "born again when the spring wind blows." I had to change methods. If I wanted to cut the grass, I had to remove the roots. I widened the cracks with a chisel, pried with a screwdriver, cut with scissors, and tried every way I could think of to dig the roots out. Then I went to the store and bought weed killer to spray over them. After that I bought asphalt, filled the cracks, and tamped it down with a hammer until it was firm and flat. The repaired asphalt was black and glossy and looked much better.
I do not know how much time passed. Then one day, on the repaired surface, I suddenly saw a faint touch of green again.
The little grass had come back.
So calm. Smiling at me.
Ah, little grass! I truly admire your stubborn strength. I admire your unceasing struggle to survive and to be free. I admire the way you break through every surrounding barrier, push upward with all your might, and win your abundant victory!