I Marvel.
Winter's barely gone away,
I marvel this morning as I watch blades of grass,
Still wet from the bath of morning dew,
Shining in the morning sun,
Oh they bore the brunt of winter days,
More than man will ever know,
Carrying feets of snow,
Yet,
They refuse to cling to that painful past,
And grow at the slightest chance...
I want to be like those blades of grass...
Help me God :-)
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