A blue light shines through the black sky

Illuminating a single blade of green crisp grass,

Surrounded by darkness in meadow of doubt,

It fights to be noticed,

And cries out in despair.

Although it is hidden by the gray haze,

Shrouding the meadow in thick humid air.

Its roots dig deep and strong and firm,

And its spine bends under the weight of the air,

But it holds strong and carries its burden.

People pass by,

Glancing at the lonely blade,

It calls out to them,

Proud and yet modest of burden it carries.

But they pass it by,

Without a second glance,

Because they are too busy looking forward,

And not what is at their feet.

But the single blade of grass does not care,

It knows that it is precious,

And is warmed by the blue light.