Grass never dreams,
To achieve heights of trees
Yet lays in the side,
Bathing in sun, rain, snow, winds

Both have made together many journeys,
In the night heard singings made to moon
Grass makes in the world a small, bubbling entry,
Tumbling and foaming in the thundering, shivering
It holds deeper against the powerful, driving winds,
Even when snow descends it jumps out to make spring

Each grass is a great column of love and strength,
Humming even when forces of nature are opposite
Swaying in liveliness they rose up to touch the sky,
Pinned to ground yet laughing and leaping to sprint
Thinking of the great stretch ahead of others to explore,
They clap aloud with their thousand hands to inspire

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