If I were a tiny sprout of grass in the Garden of Eden, <br />would God have noticed me and mentioned to the <br />Angels how He admired my smooth <br />stem and the emerald green of my blade? <br /> <br />Would God have created the rain for me <br />to grow and become a vast plain of grass <br />covering a whole valley and reaching to the <br />thighs of Jesus when He walked the earth? <br /> <br />Would I have moved in the wind and <br />sheltered some tiny animals and provided <br />sustenance for the bigger ones and then be <br />the fuel for the fire which would ultimately destroy me? <br /> <br />Is there sense to existence if the end is always death? <br />Or shal I be happy to be this little sprout of grass <br />and revel in the sun shining on my blade today <br />and bow down humbly to God's earth and pray?<br /><br />YURI DURAAN<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/if-110/
