Thread Grass



Easy to see through

Hard to overlook


Do you see how she stands

In high wind and calm

Breathing grace in

Stillness out?


Can you feel the delicate seeds bursting with promise for tomorrow 

And her being, proof of triumph over yesterday?


Hearty masses of others 

Gather round her roots 

Securing a foundation for the one who points to sky

Their dream

Her realm 


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