Blades Of Grass

My heart is no longer soft and red but has become cold and dead It was trampled like the blades of grass and just as without water It did not last, It became dry, withered and died. No longer did the sun shine down upon it covered with Dark heavy clouds - that's all that was around, and yet One blade of grass stood as tall as can be waiting for The sunshine to set it free. Yet there was something that I never knew - could The clouds disappear and let the sun shine through? Could that blade of grass regenerate life to all the rest And is it strong enough to pass the test. Unlike the rest of the field that had turned brown This one blade stood it s ground. Will it survive? Who is to say! It may come back another day. © L. RAMS 090120