fresh wet grass in sun rays, closeup

Blades of Grass

we are blades of grass in a meadow
our common ground being Mother Earth
despite our web of roots
we imagine ourselves disconnected
from the grass over yonder
despite our common ancestry and form
we see ourselves as different
a portion of the meadow
gets more intense sunlight
for longer periods
others get more rainfall
more dew
more runoff
or too much runoff
some grow hardy in this field of plently
Some grow hardly in this field of despair
most realize that
given the right circumstances
sufficient water, air, nutrients, love
any one blade can thrive
or two or ten or ten thousand
yet some remain fixated on the perception
that we are all different

 

SHORTER VERSION

some grow hardy in this field of plenty
some grow hardly in this field of despair
we imagineĀ  ourselves disconnected
despite our web of roots
given the right circumstances
sufficient water, air, nutrients, love
any one blade can thrive
or two or ten or ten billion
yet some remain fixated on the perception
that we are all different