Little Green Grass
Under the burningsun, I do not die.
Buffeted by violent storms, I do not die.
Nipped by the icy frost, I do not die.
As long as there is dew, Ishall live.
When the spring breezes begin,
I lift my head to the heavens.
When Ilift up mu head,
The world is wash in green.
Verdant---green,emerald---green.
Though my blade of grass may dry up,
My roots never rot.
From age to age, I keep regenerating.
Vigorously regenerating.
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