The Tree and the grass

Every day the tree grew
I work hard, suck water
While others are sleeping
I stay awake and survive

The grass is lazy and careless
When I am working it sleeps
It doesn't know how to succour
It can't use opportunities

It is not smart like me
It doesn't bring out flowers
A little bit of rain and wind
It loses its confidence

I am straight and tall
Sophisticated and smart
I am born to rule the world
The grass is meant to bend

This happened long long ago
So long ago, so long ago
Before the storm brought
The mighty tree down

The poor grass lived on
It had no intellect to analyse
It did not know it did win
It just existed as its destiny

Theories of right and wrong
Superior and inferior
Ideas did not affect the grass
It lived on till its end.

The tree also lived again
Fresh leaves began sprouting
From the bottom that remained
It started working hard again

The mighty and the little
Lived on, succeeded and failed.