A Blade Of Grass From The Savannah


We play with dew drops. We live in colonies. Everyone altogether. We are alike in every aspect.
A patch of green grass teaches you uniformity. We appear as a lush green carpet.
I believe that at Earth's young age, the land was utilised by grasslands. Endless hectares of grass. And grass.

We had no expectations. Hence no worries either. We knew that only six things existed: The Sun, The Moon, the stars, the wind, the dew and us.
Life was simple and same every day. We found joy in the ordinary. The sun shined, the winds blew, the sun set, the moon rose, the stars twinkled.

But now, 'Everything has changed'.

Sorry, nothing has changed. New things have come up. Old ones have stayed. Obsolete.

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