Morning dawns…

Every blade of grass
Sings with elation
Revealing the secrets
of glorious creation…

Grown for a mighty destiny,
Perchance to hold the soil in place,
or host a drop of dew in passing,
on its way to rain on distant lands
to cool a sun-drenched face…

Of maybe just to offer
one slight thrill against your soles
when earth beckons you to join her
in a dance, held soul to soul…

Beneath your feet,
the apparent ‘tiny’ blade of grass
lays down its life,
with nothing to defend,

It knows what we strive to remember…
It is nothing less
than Life itself
given birth in form
to love and die,
then rise in glory
once again.

Print Friendly, PDF & Email