day by day
You have grown up.
You are not the grass you used to be. They laugh at your weakness.
You are a kapok.
Slim and graceful, fluttering in the wind
Finally, you blossomed.
Elegant fragrance
Look up at the grass
The smell of big trees
People's cheers and admiration
Flower of heroes
sublime
Even if one day you fall to the ground.
It will also shed thousands of glory.
You are old after all.
Your body melts in the soil.
In a deep sleep
You gather strength, so calm.
Wake up from a dream again
With the sound of grass sprouting
You stick your head out and feel relieved.
This scene looks familiar.