English Sonnet: Through the Asphalt Top

A seed that sleeps beneath the asphalt top;
Through cracks, awaken, struck by rays of Light.
The gap collects water high heavens drop;
A sprout, life anew, purposes incite.

O Delicate sapling! What strength thine own?
Such a sensitive twig, a stem so frail.
No might possessed, how'er not left alone;
Through mercy, o'er the secure stone prevail.

Safe shrub, their feet and rigs are directed;
Compassion leads thy predators astray.
Harsh winds and storms, by love, all reflected;
The sun scorch not, no wither nor decay.

Due time, there stands a solid old oak tree;
Yet still relies on th'grace of God to be.

This poem won second place for the May 2010 poetry contest