Blades of Grass
are what we are
Small and Unremarkable
Blades of Grass
long to be trees
Important, Massive
Just as
we long to be remembered
A Piece of Paper
is what we are
Not useful until filled with words
A Piece of Paper
longs to be a book
As we wish to belong
And Little Stars
are what we are
Grouped together and Glowing
Little Stars
Want to burn brighter than the sun
As we do
And this is what we are.