There was once a blade of grass
Shining an emerald green 
It swished it’s bright little head 
In the gently flowing breeze 

The other plants stood tall and proud 
They seemed miles away 
The little blade grew in its glade 
In the warmth of sunny days 

One day a big machine rolled in
With a mighty roar of a sound
It scooped up all the twigs and leaves
Scattered on the ground 

Then it gathered everything 
Dead branches, wilted flowers 
And slowly groaned away crushing 
Down the blade of grass

It lay upon its side a while 
The breath knocked out of it
But then quite miraculously 
It straightened up again 

It wiped away the beads of sap
That the trampler had wrung out
It took three long steadying breaths 
And then bobbed its head about 

And so it is with life sometimes 
She seems to come down hard 
That’s our cue to stop and rest 
Breathe in and move onwards