Like wood I will grow,
Slow and steady in my nature,
A Strong support with little holes.
I will stretch my Arms to gather energy
and sustain the little forest friends.
I will find me with my Head up to the sun,
and a caring shadow below.
My feet are softened by the office
But find a strong support
In this thin grass.
It gives them air and sincerity,
The honesty of plants
And the hope of seasons.