poem: |
  we are blades of grass in a meadow
  our common  ground being Mother Earth
  despite our web of roots
  we imagine  ourselves disconnected 
  from the grass over yonder
  despite our common ancestry and form
  we see ourselves as different
  a portion of the meadow 
  gets more intense sunlight
  for longer periods
  others get more rainfall
  more dew
  more runoff
  or too much runoff
  some grow hardy in this field of plenty
  Some grow hardly in this field of despair
  most realize that 
  given the right circumstances 
  sufficient water, air, nutrients, love
  any one blade can thrive
  or two or ten or ten thousand
  yet some remain fixated on the perception
  that we are all different
title: Blades of Grass
author: daveed.meta