Little Grass, by Muse Gong,

Little Grass

 

I want to be a small grass and phytoplankton that moves with the wind and follows the flow.

I am standing on the wall, and the east wind blows with it.

Going back with the west wind, I followed it and fell on both sides.

 

I float on the surface of the water,

swallowing dirt and exhaling fresh oxygen,

maintaining the Earth's ecosystem.

 

Like dandelions, I move upon hearing the wind,

drifting from one side of the ocean to the other,

sowing seeds all over the world.

 

Like all herbs, I am unknown and ordinary.

Without the fragrance of roses,

without the towering clouds of big trees.

But I will also bloom those colorful and diverse small flowers.

 

What I am most proud of is my vitality.

The scorching summer fire turns my branches and leaves into ashes,

but I am deeply rooted.

These ashes have fertilized the soil.

After the spring breeze and rain, in the coming year,

I will spit out even stronger green buds and sprout new life.

 

Survival is my nature,

growth is my instinct,

and my specialty is adapting to the environment.

Wherever there is water and soil, there is me.