Song of Grass
I am a grass. I sing in the mountains, singing about the beautiful scenery; I sing in the crevices of the rocks, singing about the wishes in my heart; I sing in the flower beds, singing about my countless anger.
I am a grass in the mountains. I smell the breath of spring and the fragrance of flowers. I saw the blue sky with white clouds flying freely.
The mountain streams moisten the soft land and exude the message of mud. I haven't grown up yet, I want to gain knowledge and get the key to life. I sing about this beautiful world, so brilliant, so fragrant, so flawless. I am grateful for the beauty and vitality of the world.
I am a grass in the cracks of rocks. I can't see the outside world, I can't see the light. Not even a drop of rain or dew could be obtained. But I didn't give up, I worked hard to move up. Find a little bit of hope and light. I hate this place where there is no warmth or rain.
I am a grass in the flower bed. I don't want to be in this "immaculate" place because I don't like being taken care of. I don't even like to stay with these flowers. They bloom so beautifully and I don't have to worry about eating and drinking. I don’t want to be like them. I have my own freedom and my own ability to create the future and grow.
I am a grass, I am self-reliant and keep growing up.