A blade of grass named Blade decided
it was time to go.
So he uprooted his rooted feet and
thus, ceased to grow.
His friends all wriggled in shock,
clamored and screamed:
“Blade you fool! What wild thing is
this that you’ve dreamed?”
“Surely in time your nimble roots will
wither and dry up.”
“And once the thirst comes, you’re
time will be up.”
For Blade, following his dream was
just what he intended to do.
So on he roamed, this
blade-in-a-million, three hundred and two.
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