If I were a tiny sprout of grass in the Garden of Eden,
would God have noticed me and mentioned to the
Angels how He admired my smooth
stem and the emerald green of my blade?
Would God have created the rain for me
to grow and become a vast plain of grass
covering a whole valley and reaching to the
thighs of Jesus when He walked the earth?
Would I have moved in the wind and
sheltered some tiny animals and provided
sustenance for the bigger ones and then be
the fuel for the fire which would ultimately destroy me?
Is there sense to existence if the end is always death?
Or shal I be happy to be this little sprout of grass
and revel in the sun shining on my blade today
and bow down humbly to God's earth and pray?
Excellent poem (IF) only we knew the answers - but I suppose we will soon know?
Hello Yuri, wow, this is a very delightful poem and wo well written I felt I was speaking to a blade of grass. Good job! Loyd
A good poem, liked it very much. A little different from Rudyard Kipling’s of the same title, but almost as moving. Of course, the answers are there for those who seek. Check out mine and go read more which can be found on geocities.com/adelinefoster. Adeline
Nothing in this world is permanent except change...We are all created in His own image and likeness...everything has its own purpose of living even a tiny creature that we look like pest in our life.
a meaningful poem.i like it.thanks for reading my poem the burning poem.i am waiting yr poem on this subject.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great job Yuri, very metaphysical of you.....i sometimes wonder what 'if' i were this or that too.....happiness is relative i guess...i enjoyed alot