PaD (3) 14.5: The Grass

I always used to sit, marveling at the grass...

It always bends, no matter what direction the wind blows,
And when trampled, it simply springs right back up.
Even when cut, it grows and grows right back.

I used to sit and smile.
I was like that grass.
Always bending, never breaking and always springing right back.

Now I'm more like a slinky.