The grass is thick like bedding here,
It beckons me to lie.
And as I lie upon the ground,
I look up to the sky.
Sky thick with black,
no stars I see-
Except for one great ball.
It turns its glowing face to me
and whispers "You're so small.
Your problems, they're so small.
Your actions, they're so small.
Every thought and feeling that
you have is very small.
And who should catch you if you fall?
Who should care about one so small?
For when you pass on, there will come more.
With more small problems to endure.
And here I'll be to watch them all
dwell on the problems of the small."

Written by Toria
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