compare

Compare me to her
I’m the wet grass in the morning, still dripping with fresh dew.
She wakes from being sleeping beauty, comparing her with no other
But a rose as sweet as honey and cream

When the light shines, her beauty reflects with the whole world
Pedals open and close every different season, but her beauty stays the same.
Mine, you ask?
I’m the grass, nothing special than the others around me.

Grace, the way she stands so straight, with a gentle curve around her hips.
Compare us like night and day
Now, I have to ask myself
Why choose me over her?

I’m the bird that is defined as the lonesome one
The cage that doesn’t open far for sunlight to seek in
But her, she has all the nutrients she will ever need
And the people, who pass, will always take a second glance at her crown.

Dismiss me from the crowd, cut me down from growing so tall
Stop me, before I expand my beauty.
You may think, our height of growth is a growth of madness
But our beauty and knowledge will always be stronger than the single showoffs.

Oh, great owner
Compare me to her
Tell me, what you see?