World Calls Me As Grass

Perhaps I am only a grass Living on the top of this hill Trees here may think They are taller than me Million , trillion and zillion But they are beneath me As they cannot survive on the top Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes Heavy rains or floods I am always safe here. Indeed I am the first one here Blessed with the first ray of sun And it is me the first get a feeling Of a feather touch as soon as Moon Appears and I am always happy As getting the kisses of Breez continually Decorated with golden pearls at morning And brighten with a silver crown at night I am living here as a queen But the world always calls me as a grass