A strand of grass
Can stand so much yet so little
You step on it without a second thought
Yet it raises up
You get frustrated
Knowing you can\'t step on it without it rasing up yet again
You tear up handful after handful of grass strands
And after a while, you\'re standing in a circle of dirt
Where the strands of grass once stood proudly coloring the garden green
there is now just a brown dirt stain
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Eit grasstrå
Tåler ingenting men så mykje
Du tråkkar på det utan of tenke deg om
Likevel reiser det seg opp
Du blir frustrert
Veit at du ikkje kan tråkke det ned utan at det resier seg opp
Du riv ut grastust etter grastust
Til slutt står du i ein sirkel av jord
Der grasstråa ein gong sto og pynta hagen i grønt
er det no berre eit brunt jordspor