Blades Of Grass Poem by louis rams

My heart is no longer soft and red but has become cold and dead
It was trampled like the blades of grass and just as without water
It did not last, It became dry, withered and died.

No longer did the sun shine down upon it covered with
Dark heavy clouds - that's all that was around, and yet
One blade of grass stood as tall as can be waiting for
The sunshine to set it free.
Yet there was something that I never knew - could
The clouds disappear and let the sun shine through?

Could that blade of grass regenerate life to all the rest
And is it strong enough to pass the test.
Unlike the rest of the field that had turned brown
This one blade stood it s ground.
Will it survive? Who is to say!
It may come back another day.
© L. RAMS 090120