A tiny seed under the ground,
By a drop of water found,
Woke and rose up toward the sun,
And not alone, but millions;
A ground-borne mist of pale green,
Reflects with a silent sheen,
The sun, the moon, and every day,
Each one grows in its little way.
An individual blade of grass,
Unnoticed by any who pass,
Still has life, and lifelong task,
And is not strong so singly,
But all together, stand alike,
And make a field of little spikes.
~ Whitecap Forged