today I notice nature's ability
beyond your couch imagination
I was stepping on grass I feel
ground has risen, I look beneath
I see roots pushing soil upwards
aerating, making it absorb more
rain and provide house for crickets
no wonder that fox keep on digging
not only that when seeds fall it
it automatically buried to small holes
ready to sprout on spring or whenever
no need for spikes found on wheat grain
no need for meaty fruits to spring
it can even survive summer fire
or whatever weather could bring
if grass can survive this way
humans too unless you're too LAZY.
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