The tree said to the grass, 'Is it your contentment
to be just at my foot, remain under my shade?
Why don't you do as I, my aims are very high.
I want to reach the moon and the stars in the sky
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'Then a hurricane came with its wind blowing wild It uprooted the vine, the tree fell to the ground And there they lay in waste, under the sun they died The grass is still there, flourishing and alive' Very moving work with wide dimension.10++ added with love.