One In A Million (Thought) Poem by Poet of the River

One In A Million (Thought)

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A single blade of grass,
Sways in the evening wind.
For it is the last one standing,
The rest have started to bend.

Why this single blade of grass,
Thrives were the others fade.
Comes from the same purpose,
As when the birds flew south,
To the one that stayed.

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California, but move around a lot.
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