The Grass of the World

The World

Our World

Is so beautiful in one way

But, horrible in another

The dimensions are so perfect, that it's imperfect

There is no faith, nor luck

It is the masterpiece of the Gods

But yet, everything about the world is Bad

Some, might question the Gods

But, others might question themselves

Why is the World so big?

Why am I so small?

Am I really worthy to God?

Or am I really worthy to myself?

Many questions are asked

But, none of them are truthful

Because, it all comes down to Grass