Though Me a Grass.
Perhaps I am only a grass
Living on the top of this hill
Trees here may think
They are taller than me
Million, trillion and zillion
But they are beneath me
As they cannot survive on the top
Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes
Heavy rains or floods
I am always safe here.
Indeed I am the first one here
Blessed with the first ray of sun
And it is me the first get a feeling
Of a feather touch as soon as Moon
Appears and I am always happy
As getting the kisses of Breez continually
Decorated with golden pearls at morning
And brighten with a silver crown at night
I am living here as a queen
But the world always calls me as a grass
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