Footsteps had trampled you;
Anything may crawl with you;
Everywhere you are seen;
Perennial as the great sun.
Ah! My green green grass;
Lovely painting the hillside;
Nodding with the sway of the winds;
Growing with the croppings.
Perennial lovely little grass;
Holding the world with your roots;
You made the ground soft;
Thy little leaves like verdant mantle.
Oh, little green green grass;
From thy littleness life has sprout;
Catle, birds, or men loved you;
For they all need you.
(6-13/03. 5: 50 p.m)
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