Everything is alright

There is beauty in the buildings
The cracked brick, the stained concrete
-shaped stain, stippled stain
The tree growing on the roof, by the chimney
And the mark on the wall, where the roof once was
It takes effort to spawn ugliness,

Effort of which few are capable-
Here there is purpose and strength
And in ruins, purpose fulfilled,
And the constant purpose of the plants and animals.