The Splendor of a Blade of Grass

On an especially epiphany-laden day I contemplated the beauty that comes from decay How growth blossoms from a compost heap, How the tulips from a manure pile leap I remembered my moments in the pit of despair And how right after I found a beautiful "elsewhere" I recalled how struggle led me to the nearest hope Packaged like a letter in an envelope Though I felt my mind was bloviating a platitude It was one which stoked my infirm gratitude So I found my solace in such a mundane action; Taking out the trash and awash in abstraction