Song of a Blade of Grass

I see you walking (from the lawn).
I’ve watched you race about
                            since dawn.
Alone I stand, in autumn’s breeze,
as fairer
          flowers
                     fall.
My frame erect, my head held high,
you’ve never seen me
                                  passing by,
but I’ve seen you, running about
eyes blind 
                  to who I am.

I have no way to make you see.
No voice
             to make you stop.
I haven’t even any legs,
                                    and cower
when you walk.
I’m somewhat meek, but stand alone;
(I have no fear of Man.)
…and every day I watch you rage!
eyes blind
                to who I am.

I pity you for what you are;
for what you’ve come to be.
You’ll never know the joy I feel
in my humility.
So proud you hasten towards your doom
“Progress!"                 —the fall of Man.
And when you’re gone, I’ll still remain:
content
            with what I am.