I look to the skies on a mid August evening, and see millions of stars.
So tiny and bright, and then i look to the ground and see each tiny piece of grass,
making the lawn what is.And I wonder to myself.
Am I like a star to the world, to be admired and wished upon,
or am I like a piece of grass to be stepped upon and cut down.
Or did I start as a piece of grass and grow into a tree,
that stands tall and strong to supporta young child in its need,
or am ilike a shooting star, a rare extremity.
I think id chose to be a big strong tree to help thee,
or maybe a shooting star to give you hope
I just dont know , what would you be?
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