The Uncertainty of Natural Regard

I am the grass,
overlooked in the sight of the horizon.
Any journey desired must acknowledge my existence,
and yet, lack of appreciation fares high.
My height bothersome to many,
pesky to any traveler whose feet remain exposed;
livid with knowing that my viridescent arms house the feral enemies hungry to feast upon any revealed flesh.
Rather remiss, I await every trample,
anxious to befriend the energy carried in the soles passing through;
whispering apologies for my natural mediocrity,
only to be reminded by a visiting kindred spirit of my widespread beauty defining the skyline;
the foundation in which the sky illuminates.
Substantial and unforgotten to those with a broader perspective;
ever-growing with content in knowing that
I am the grass.


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