Emerald Soldier (2008)

A little blade of grass

A shadow on its back

So many must have passed

This blade of grass is last

It slowly grows alone

All it has is its own soul

All cozy in its loam

Always wishing to join a nearby knoll

Wishing for a bed to lay

If only it could taste a drop of dew

Always longing for May

It would survive another whole night through

Oh, you emerald soldier

For me there is no bolder

* Published  in Amazing Kids! magazine December 2009

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