(66) The wind and grass

The wind and grass

Oh! Sweeping wind, are you over-confident?
don’t you think before you sweep?
You can sway the trees and stems and plants,
but not the grass roots!
you scale, shake and scare,
but cannot rout the strong grass root.
my flute creates flutter on the green grass,
the grass as tender as new-born babies’ fingers,
I walk on the grass, upon the carved lawn.
the crowd treads upon grass,
does grass savanna cry?
It bends and holds as forgiving
as a martyr, as smooth as a cushion,
oh! Wind you too have a bend!