When I journey on jade grass blades, <br />They harshly bend beneath my feet, <br />And though their tips and soil meet- <br />My footsteps do not make them stay. <br /> <br />Yet when the wind comes blaring through, <br />Bending slow, (as bow to archer) , <br />They don’t regain their native posture- <br />(What force refuses, time shall do)<br /><br />Lazarus Knix<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-force-refuses-time-shall-do/
