Blade of Grass

The grass grows blade by blade

Sharp as a knife, tender to the touch

filling with sun it seems too much

 

Hand in hand step by step

the bent blades of grass return

for days of perfection they yearn

 

A dusk sees the sun set

behind the mountain range so near

in blindness steps, they disappear

 

The sunrise is around the corner

The grass it turns its little head

For the sun will bring life to the dead