The life of grass is very sad, truly heart breaking if you stop and watch it. Born small and un-noticed by all, it slowly grows. Into the long slinder shape of an adult... and then it dies... In summer it stands tall and proud, only to have its head cut off by some angry mower. In the fall it curves down to try and keep itself warm, trying to move us emotionly and gain our tears... but no one sees. No one really stops, and soon upon it comes winter. Laughing and blowing, winter sets in to mock the once proud (but headless) green grass. The green is gone, the slinder shape is dead... all that reminds us that their once was such a thing as grass is the rusty skeleton of what once was and what is soon to come... So I guess in a way the grass could be an example of us; an example of what we once were before we lost our heads... before we knelt over and gave into what the cold winter ways of the world around us. They mocked and we cried, they blew and we fell... We all were once tall and proud, we all (at one point in time or another) held our heads tight to our bodies. But we gave in and settled for this rusty, old skeleton of our former selfs... and we call this life? Just a thought from a blade of grass to another blade of grass.
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so Touching. God Bless Helen
The life of grass is very sad, truly heart breaking if you stop and watch it.
Born small and un-noticed by all, it slowly grows. Into the long slender shape of an adult...
and then it dies...
In summer it stands tall and proud, only to have its head cut off by some angry mower.
In the fall it curves down to try and keep itself warm, trying to move us emotionally and gain
our tears... but no one sees. No one really stops, and soon upon it comes winter.
Laughing and blowing, winter sets in to mock the once proud (but headless) green grass.
The green is gone, the slender shape is dead... all that reminds us that their once was such
A thing as grass is the rusty skeleton of what once was and what is soon to come...
So I guess in a way the grass could be an example of us; an example of what we once
Were before we lost our heads... before we knelt over and gave into what the cold winter
Ways of the world around us wanted.
They mocked and we cried, they blew and we fell... We all were once tall and proud. we all (At one point in time or another) held our heads tight to our bodies, But we gave in and
Settled for this rusty, old skeleton of our former selves... and we call this life?
Just a thought from a blade of grass to another blade of grass.
Excellent Write and so Touching. I Love this piece. God Bless Helen.
The life of grass is very sad, truly heart breaking if you stop and watch it.
Born small and un-noticed by all, it slowly grows. Into the long slender shape of an adult...
and then it dies...
In summer it stands tall and proud, only to have its head cut off by some angry mower.
In the fall it curves down to try and keep itself warm, trying to move us emotionally and gain
our tears... but no one sees. No one really stops, and soon upon it comes winter.
Laughing and blowing, winter sets in to mock the once proud (but headless) green grass.
The green is gone, the slender shape is dead... all that reminds us that their once was such
A thing as grass is the rusty skeleton of what once was and what is soon to come...
So I guess in a way the grass could be an example of us; an example of what we once
Were before we lost our heads... before we knelt over and gave into what the cold winter
Ways of the world around us wanted.
They mocked and we cried, they blew and we fell... We all were once tall and proud. We all (At one point in time or another) held our heads tight to our bodies, but we gave in and
Settled for this rusty, old skeleton of our former selves... and we call this life?
Just a thought from a blade of grass to another blade of grass.
