The Grass Flower

Forging glass with utmost care

The designer is giving it his all

To create a beautiful glass flower

That could blossom smiles 

On every face

But that smile that can only be as real

As the flower can appear to be

So day and night he worked 

As the window witnessed 

The baby clouds being born 

As they grow dark 

And fight like adolescents

With roaring thunder and lighting

As the clouds adorned themselves 

In the hues of youth and danced to tunes of wind

The window watched helplessly in despair

When the same clouds disappeared

As It poured down

And as the beautiful sun appeared 

In the clear blue sky...

A little grass woke up

From its slumber deep inside the hard shell 

Covered underneath the dirt

And covered it with beautiful and bright yellow

If you look closely 

At this awesome natural blanket

You can see the grass flower smiling 

Across the window.

But the curtains were closed

All this time

So that the man can focus 

In dedication

When they were finally rolled out

The glass flower the masterpiece shined like a star

While looking surreal

It was at the same time

Across the window

The grass flower withered away into the soil 

While the glass flower stayed forever.