‘Twas nothing much, that blade of grass,
a clipping on the ground.
Not worth the time to pick it up…
to do so I was bound,
and then free my mind to ponder
this treasure I had found.
It looked to me to be the same
as millions, maybe more,
unchanging like the grains of sand,
which fill the ocean's shore.
To dismiss it would be easy
and drop it to the floor.
I passed it between my fingers,
and saw that I was wrong,
to judge it in that simple way,
missed its charms all along.
Then with profound will I studied,
and heard my subject's song.
Oh it sang to me of heaven,
and things I'll someday see -
it was not a prayer or sermon -
it sang of what will be.
I saw the truth through humble eyes,
with pristine majesty.
'Tis a complex world made simple,
in this gift I have found.
A crack of time is all it took
to know the world around,
from a blade of grass this morning,
a clipping on the ground.