He said that he liked talking to me
About trivial things
Like a blade of grass.
Not that I am trivial, but that I understand
That trivial things are so much more
than they seem to be -
That a blade of grass is like a piece of humanity.
And that's why he wanted to talk to me.
Yes, humanity is much as a blade of grass, merely awaiting its turn to be cut down by the next perpetually turning, mechanized blade.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
to talk about small things in life.it is beautiful surya