Grass

Stuck on the ground,

 Ripped apart by a nasty hound.

Relations are nowhere to be found,
No one to call around,

Surrounded by something so similar to self
But almost dead to the world,

Nothing assured in life,

When the wind blows,

 It might take the poor thing
to places it never wants to go,

 But who cares to know?

Having a life but can't decide where to be,

Under a foot,
Or under a tree,

Just as it wakes up thud!
Came the sound,

A strong foot pressed it down.

Filled with sorrows but no one to share with,

Ignorance is all it gets from the world, the trees,

Even abandoned by the bees,

God thank you for giving me such a precious life,

 But please never give life like that of grass to anyone,

Not even to the enemies for grass is
 as lonely as sound, stuck on the ground,
Too hurt to even turn its face into a frown.