Plants 'Grass' Or People
Probably the hurting
feeling felt
by plants/ in particular,
grass/ as
people trample, stumble,
step, cut
and kill/ Being touched,
felt,
kissed and cherished
'they' need
to feel/ like flowers are
cared for/
so do 'they' crave care
even more/
but no one seems to care
at all/
attached to atleast a wall/
people
exit that door/ 'they'
engage in
prior preparation for
pain/ fear of
change is another factor/
fear of
the unknown, as soon as
the door
opens, 'they' tremble/ for
fear of
been stumbled upon/ But
what
keeps 'them' going is the
fact that
'they' were created for a
purpose,
to beautify the earth and
to
provide that fresh oxygen
during
the day/ that's 'their'
way/....
So I sat and thought, " I
might feel
low, sick, poor, lonely,
unworthy
and not cared for. There's
still
hope for beautiful days to
come."
Flipped through the New
Testament and found 1
Peter
1:13. God bless....
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