Monday, March 28, 2011

Bus Rides

A blade of grass grows
and no one knows it ever existed.
In a vast sea of green
Most likely it will never be seen.
And though no one cares for this single blade
It was still there.
Though, I think it's still fair to say
It's existence was inconsequential
It will have a good life but with limited potential
Simply a part, but at least a part of something
And that's all anyone can hope for.