Poem: Even the Grass

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A little something different with my latest five-line original poem. Dare I say something more positive. I was walking the dog yesterday, and my mind was captured by how the grass looked as the wind rippled across it. It was that kind of poetry moment.

Good timing on this song choice as I wrote-up this poem.

Even the Grass

Even the grass sways under the pressure of the wind.
In the past, I teetered like the blade, and bade farewell to my shadow.
Now, I try to remember how the grass looks at a different angle,
and instead of standing athwart the pressure, defiant,
I lean into the wind, and the beauty of its power.

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