A Blade of Grass

I sat on a bench as the world rushed past.
Aware of the dew, and a blade of grass.
The warming sun had begun its climb.
The grass, the dew and a need for time.

From out of the morning, a sudden breeze.
Played hide and seek among the trees.
The grass blade trembled, the wind went slack.
Dewdrops were moving along its back.

Then down they went along the stem.
Where thirsty roots were awaiting them.
High in the sky the sun looked down.
Dewdrops now safely underground.

It stood there proudly in its cloak of green.
I was in awe of what I had seen.
How infinitely wonderous is nature's task.
The sun, the dewdrops, and a blade of grass.

GWB, Gordon Bain
October, 2002.