Oct 2013
a blade
sharp and still
cold.*
frost must have got it
so it crunches yet
tickles when i stand on it
green and brittle
the blade of grass
reaches for sun
no real meaning of life
but it doesn't know that
it only wants light,
warmth
so it will grow
to reach the light.
cut it down
it will heal
and continue to grow
be *that type of blade
not the steal one you thought of
when you read the first line.
sharp and still
cold.*
frost must have got it
so it crunches yet
tickles when i stand on it
green and brittle
the blade of grass
reaches for sun
no real meaning of life
but it doesn't know that
it only wants light,
warmth
so it will grow
to reach the light.
cut it down
it will heal
and continue to grow
be *that type of blade
not the steal one you thought of
when you read the first line.
