One In A Million, I Cry Poem by Nicco Muegge

The earth kisses my face
in the field of green and brown
outside my back window
as I lie across the sod

A single blade of grass
catches my eye & whispers to me
about all the other blades
and explains why he is superior

He spoke not for me
but himself - amongst the many,
so I stood high above
the friend of mine below me

I looked at all the
other blades there, all calling me
to hear what they have to say -
when I returned my eyes to the first,
but could see him no more.