Awkward grass (for Megan)
There it is
Peeking up
The start of spring
When all the other blades
Are stretching out
Literally shooting up
With growth spurts
Overnight
And will you
Look good?
Will you sprout
Strong and sure
Or get trampled
Underfoot?
Oh there is no way
To know, sweet grassling!
The only truth is
We all struggle
And we all will bend
But never break
So just keep reaching
However awkwardly
For the sun.