"Blade"

The glistening morning dew decorated

the small blade of grass, microscopic, unimportant

Among the others

Insignificant

The morning rain brings life

But those months without rain brings sorrow

Weakness

But it holds tight

That rain, when given, is rejuvenating

It brings new

Life

Respect

Love

Without that rain it could not survive

The will would drain

The rotating blade cuts them down

No matter how short they are cut

The roots stay strong

They will grow once again

Over Time

And once again become whole

They are moved with the wind

Gracefully synchronized

They are all stepped on and cut

But they only die when those roots are

Ripped

from the ground

So those roots need to

Stay

Strong

Their motivation is what keeps their life

Flowing

Those blades

Survive