A single
Blade of grass
Stirs, one
Among many,
Moved
By the
Breeze,
Gently,
Firmly
Compelled.
Other blades
Too, respond;
Some blow
This way,
Others that. Yet,
One way
Or another,
All bend,
Unable
To resist -
That
Which Nature
Intended.
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