A Pink Smiley Face
the eighth poem for a grass
To fall into the aperture
is not necessarily the seed’s subjective will
To break through the ground is surely its expectation
Small face, has an expression of wonder
It finds its own action
has become the exception to the rule in this land
As the largest background of this picture
This hardened soil has been abandoned for some time
A breakthrough from inside
brings it back to life in a flash
Shudder, has come to represent the infinite language
Companionship, is an expression of the land mother’s heart
