like me, the grass
stays new by constant shearing,
closeness to earth, sun, and water,
and all that happens
beneath the surface
like me, the grass
stays new by constant shearing,
closeness to earth, sun, and water,
and all that happens
beneath the surface
life delivering to heartache?
Life is very reliable that way.
And, the gentle brush of a friend’s hand can bring the blade upright or even seat the roots so that the grass, having been trampled, might once again reach for sun and water finding strength within its own growth.
Beautifully put.
i think you would like going to this post;
https://stilllearningtosee.com/2017/08/27/sand-and-much-more/
You are so much more than lines in the sand.
and, perhaps you are paralleled by many more who also are more.