"One in the multitude"

by Lianne Olive Hennig

I am a little blade of grass.
I point up to the sky.
Ask me why I am doing this ~
I cannot answer why.

My green and furry bending self
Holds dewdrops in the morn,
Basking later in the sunlight
With other fellow lawn.

The deepest blue sky will urge me ...
The winds will bow me down ...
And when I'm fully grown, I'm mown ~
Weeping tips turn to brown.

The rain will try to pummel me ~
I channel to the ground,
Suctioning it through my system
Till colours outward bound.

Though they trod on me and pull me
I ever will aspire
To rise to meet the broad blue sky
And crowning ball of fire.

Take heart from my predicament ~
I'm sturdy, yet I yield.
Remember that it's grass, like I,
Spreads seas across the field.