The tree and the grass

I feel high thinking that I am held high.

I stay high refusing to be held low

I am shy doing anything so low.

Let me stand like a tree to break in storm.

I feel low unmindful of others’ frowns.

I stay low unmindful of others’ applause.

I am shy doing anything bogus.

Let me stand like grass to bow to the breeze.

09.10.2007