In Dormancy
the fourth poem for a grass
Sleeping, keeping the minimum of life
In this way, the grass seed is almost separated from the human world
No need to look around
The physical space and thinking space are inversely proportional
In hardened soil, the possibility of positive growth is increasing
A war happens in the gap voicelessly
Having been in the dark for a long time
The grass seed finally sees that darkness has its cowardice
It always tries to cover these eyes searching for light
and tries to turn other things into its own fertility
Mouldy smell and moisture are its tools for killing
At this time, holding their breath and doing nothing
can reduce the chance of being hurt, meaning to be closer to spring
It’s also a good choice to wait for the fate to doze off
When one day, grass seed accidentally opens the door
It finally understands
A little bit of rationality
almost equals to the complete process of growing
