If I was to enquire
Of a solitary blade of grass
As to life
What would it say?
It would tell me nature strives upward
Always reaching
Destined for the light
And despite, that it might be the case
That for that blade
Life only be fleeting
It is discouraged not, in its purpose
Nor journey of growth
For without the story of the blade
One would not experience the lawn
By Justin Stewart
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