#470 grass stains

i stare at a blade of grass

so preoccupied with its own struggles

sun, rain, insects, disease

stare at its veiny structures

i imagine the blade of grass

in all four seasons

now, under blue sky

soon, entering autumn

sleeping through winter

yawning and stretching for spring

then i stand and look at the vast field

full of blades of grass

each living its own struggle

and i walk back home