There once a child who hates grass
He tried to pulled them up wherever they grow
One day he replaced them with trees
While the grass being burned and thrown to sea.
His father planted new grass another day
And he got himself irritate
For you know how much he belittle the grass
He thought they're dirty and never will last.
Suddenly a typhoon came
Near his house the sky has rained
Sooner enough thunderstorms shocked the heart
Of an angry child holding his little dart.
In the morning as he woke up
He cried as he saw his trees fell down
And so father told him do not worry at all
Look at the grass, so straight, though small.
So he realized a lesson in life
That a real person must accept the grass insight
For a grass never falls when storm comes
And they never cried when you pulled them your hands;
They remain standing no matter what
Realizing he must be like his little grass.
Now you see often trees fell off
But grass will remain firm and strong
Hope that as he turn his lights off
He'll dream about the sweet grass song.