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A blade of grass is cut down in the sun but does not bother, surrendering silently as it is mowed and severed from its roots. Though ripped without reason, the blade of grass remains bright despite burning, finding strength in surrendering and yielding as it dies. It knows victory will return when it takes root in the soil again, taking its slayer as spoil and rising triumphant to endless life.
A blade of grass is cut down in the sun but does not bother, surrendering silently as it is mowed and severed from its roots. Though ripped without reason, the blade of grass remains bright despite burning, finding strength in surrendering and yielding as it dies. It knows victory will return when it takes root in the soil again, taking its slayer as spoil and rising triumphant to endless life.
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A blade of grass is cut down in the sun but does not bother, surrendering silently as it is mowed and severed from its roots. Though ripped without reason, the blade of grass remains bright despite burning, finding strength in surrendering and yielding as it dies. It knows victory will return when it takes root in the soil again, taking its slayer as spoil and rising triumphant to endless life.
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Rent asunder without a bother Mowed with a slash, downed as it sprouts Bowing in surrender, silent in the rout Severed from its roots, sapped of its life Ripped without reason, spilled from the phial Like a libation, offered unto the ground For the expiation of an offense not found Yielding its place upon the ground; placating Indignation based on baseless grounds
A blade of grass, glazing in the sun
Shining evermore brightly in spite of the burn Pining not – unfaltering despite the foil Draped in verdant glory – a flourish divine Decked with a freshness for which men repine With eloquence ineffable uttering these lines: “I find my strength in surrender, yielding as I die at the hands of man; we both fated for the ground. Knowing victory shall return unto me in a while, I succumb to the soil, that unsoiled arbiter who shall redeem me unto life – taking my slayer as spoil, making him the board upon which I root my foot, as I rise – triumphant – unto an endless life!”