Blade of Grass

Blade of Grass:

I used to be,

A blade of grass.

Blowing in the wind,

Unsure of where to land,

Or where I was going.

Shy by the day's sun,

And the night's moon.

But now I am,

A polished stone.

Solid in my ways,

Strong in my mind.

A purpose I have,

A place to be.

You would know that,

If you knew me.

Death's Call What Will You Say?