Grass

Grass laid flat on the ground,

From all the clownish children, 

With their screaming sound, 

Being trod on so often, 

The grass wanted to be as tall as the trees,

So they stand up as large as can be, 

Loving being as tall as the clouds,

Falling down as fast as rain,

They started tumbling into the crowd, 

The sadness, the pain,

 Toppled on each other lifeless, 

With no green brightness, 

Old grass withers 

New grass emerges 

Slowly entering the world with shivers

The new that diverges 

Waiting for new spaldings to cover them

With others' new anthem .