Blade of grass

There it is...
standing within the many...
one out of many, thousands, millions...
bending by the edges, like the others,
standing straight in salut to the sun, like the others....
little blade of grass, like all the others...
similar, green, fine edged...like all the others....
Hey, whats this?
A stem...rising, rising, rising....
a seedling, Who would have guessed?
Look at the other leafs,
jealous, prejudice...
following the crowd,
they don't live much, do they?
routine,routine...
but not the seedling, there it goes...
up, and up, and up....
and what do we have here?...
A tree, glad as could ever be,
high above all, canopy, branches...leafs!
A master piece, a true champion...
What now, blades of gradualism!?
blades of grass, blades of routine...
Now...now....
this tree is its own way of life....