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The Grass
An evergreen territory
The fullness of life
Dwelling on the surface of the soil
In between rocks and stones
It accepts the morning dew
And enjoys the heat of the sun
But now it is crestfallen
Big feet and small feet trample on it
No mercy is laid aside for this greenery
It cries and whimpers like a baby
When the sharp blade cuts it away
The Grass is despondent as it gradually withers and fades away
It loses its natural green pigment to a brown dirty one
It does die but later on comes back to life
Thanks to his friends water and sunlight
The Grass responds to the sun
And it rises up as water cooly touches it
Because it is no more dead but alive.
© Selly Essman
The fullness of life
Dwelling on the surface of the soil
In between rocks and stones
It accepts the morning dew
And enjoys the heat of the sun
But now it is crestfallen
Big feet and small feet trample on it
No mercy is laid aside for this greenery
It cries and whimpers like a baby
When the sharp blade cuts it away
The Grass is despondent as it gradually withers and fades away
It loses its natural green pigment to a brown dirty one
It does die but later on comes back to life
Thanks to his friends water and sunlight
The Grass responds to the sun
And it rises up as water cooly touches it
Because it is no more dead but alive.
© Selly Essman
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