Paths Parallel

What separates the grass from the sidewalk?
Is it the orderly lines that give the blocks a path?
The thickness of the slabs that gives security to weak knees?
Or the conglomerate forces that are bound to create strong union?
The foundation of such formations make its trail's end no more proper.

For if one chose to step off those blocks to walk among the beasts,
They would discover the vivacity of the crunching below their feet,
The richness of its color, constantly growing, full of life;
And because its direction depends on each blade of freedom,
There are those with brawn that break the norm by growing through that solid rock.

Although the grasses must be clipped and pruned, there will be
Those who reside near trees and flowers of good company.
These of fortune and good taste I'm sure will make the journey most fulfilling
While seeds planted in drying mud may never see the light of day,
Their potential in their bones decay under the weight of those sidewalks.

Grooved with drains and threaded for safety, those walking
On top achieve no likeness of their own,
For once they see the painted lines of abstract and meaningless direction,
Minds with wings may not spread with ease and collision is likely.
If not between two distracted men upon this deceiving foundation,
The the graces of that which binds us all will recoil into the guns of Nature.