A BLADE OF GRASS

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A blade of grass in the meadow

In the breeze it waves ceaselessly

Gently with rhythm in the morning air

In the afternoon it sways as vigorously.

An ant walks on to the tip of the grass

As if to survey the whereabouts of its members

With its antennae alert on all its sensors

For it lost its path and cannot remember.

Then a drop of rain falls from the sky

And it rolls slowly to the grass tip bent low

A bumble bee came buzzing past and a

Butterfly rode in wind to see what’s the glow.

The water drop falls finally to the ground

On to the back of the ant passing by

A cow came grazing but, missed the blade

To the setting sun the blade of grass waved good bye.

Gyembo Namgyal

February 11, 2015 11:10 PM