Grass Flower
By Zarah Parker

Comes alive in a day,
dies in a day.
small and insignificant;
forgotten.
crushed by bigger beings,
who are unable to see the life
that exists beneath their foot.
It is just a lesser flower
amongst grass.

I’ve been going through old poems from my teenage years to see if there’s anything salvageable. Surprisingly I’ve have found some good lines I just needed to tweak. This poem was written when I was 16 and I didn’t really mess with it.
(So cut me some slack! Hah!)