The blade of grass silently stood
Even though it was not as well as it should.
Deep inside, it was starting to die.
Nothing, not even other blades, heard its cry.
Yet, it still stood up to the sun,
Pretending there was no battle to be won.
But it never knew true pain
Until it started to rain.
The rain had started off light.
Not enough to put up a fight.
Suddenly the wind grew stronger,
The rain fell even harder,
It was beaten to the ground,
Unlike the other blades around.
And as the blade thought it was gone,
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