GRASS

A child once asked, “What is grass? “
I told him, “I guess grass is green suit,
Worn by the earth to look more cute. “
More than this, nothing else struck my mind,
I did not know what it was anymore than the child.
I tried to read his face expression,
And I found he was eagerly waiting
For the answer to his question,
Thus I told the child, “I guess
Grass is too soft or highly wild
And it dances when the wind blows,
It’s thorny when the weather’s dry,
Lush when the spring comes,
Stand-still when the snow falls;
Lord’s expression is the grass! “
I looked at the child again, but
He was not satisfied.
Then I murmured inside, that even
Grass is a child.

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