I am the Grass in Your Body of Stone

It’s me the grass

inherently settled in your body of stone


The sun shone on you faithfully

burning your blackened body

The rain slowly and diligently pounded you

penetrating your pores; fragile and watery

The wind chill neatly wrapped your body

covering it up with sad loneliness

Then, at one dusk

soundly asleep in a corner of the city

You're going to give up:

Broken!

People will forget that

there was sun ever flooded you with speckled lights

or rain ever pounded you on and on, challenging the rainbow falling on you

and there was once wind singing melodious songs of seasons in your noisy ears

It’s me the only grass

(which they will see and remember);

My delicate roots outstretched holding you tight,

inherently settled in your body 

which once was a stone ...

* Linked in Poets Rally and The Tale Tellers.