THOUGH ME A GRASS

Perhaps I am only a grass 

Living on the top of this hill 

Trees here may think 

They are taller than me 

Million , trillion and zillion 

But they are beneath me 

As they cannot survive on the top 

Don’t have me any fear on hurricanes 

Heavy rains or floods 

I am always safe here. 

Indeed I am the first one here 

Blessed with the first ray of sun 

And it is me the first get a feeling 

Of a feather touch as soon as Moon 

Appears and I am always happy 

As getting the kisses of Breez continually 

Decorated with golden pearls at morning 

And brighten with a silver crown at night 

I am living here as a queen 

But the world always calls me as a grass