A fair bit of encouragement from @gaby-crb and braving an entry for this round in the 50 word category, not ready to go for it as a post, but this was a fun one to write. I had the idea the moment I saw the prompt, thinking of my little wild fern looking out the window.

Outside, the high rise building cast it's shadow over the afternoon, obscuring the dappled light glancing the window. The city had swallowed the fields years ago. Huddled in the corner of the sill, feathered leaves lo-lopped after the sun, sprawling wayward in a fern fountain. A shrine to what was.