ADVICE TO A GRASS-BLADE

Thin and dark green symbol

Of an earth forever raising

Myriads of chained wings,

Breezes have a form, to you,

And sounds break into vivid shape.

The proud finality of tiny sight

Cannot lure your pliant blindness.

Thin and dark green blade,

Be not awed by trees and men

Whose sound is all that gives them life.

You reach the sky because your face

Is not turned toward it.