I know the prettiest people on Earth, and they would be the sweetest smelling flowers

With gorgeous colors and

Large petals 

No, not just petals. 

The kind that you scatter down the aisle 

Fit for a bride's heels 

Fit for sacred steps 

The path to matrimony. 

Or the kind to sweetness

The carpet of foilage

All leading up to 

That brand new home. 

Or the kind for passion.

A comforter of petals

To throw yourself upon

To enjoy. 

And I know the smartest people in the world, and they would make 

My universe more glamorous than I could understand.

They would climb up 

Like moss 

Fresh, fine, soft to the touch and 

A husk of so much knowledge I couldn't contain myself. 

The kind that can hold you up 

On the sturdiest of rocks

No matter the flow of the river. 

Or elephant leaves

Much larger than I. 

Casting a shadow 

I could never amount to. 

And when I look up, they cover anything I have done

With spectacular green. 

And the vines that they reach down to level with me

Barely scrape my surface.

Because I know what I am. 

I'm the grass. 

Thin, and fine-textured. 

But not the kind you trample on

Yet not sturdy enough to 

Weave a masterpiece.

No, I'm the blades of grass

In the distance.

The scent that carries on the breeze

Overlooking progress.

Peacefully

The kind that 

Can drink up any amount of rain

Or run dry

That hides a newborn animal

And shelters a family.

The kind that bends to the touch 

And tickles

And blows 

With the wind.