We are like leaves of grass
interconnected, interdependent
on one another.
We sway together
through winds and rain,
neither immune to hardships.
We grow simultaneously,
moistened by
the storms of time.
If one blade dies,
the others around it die too
unless irrigated.
Our root systems ingrained
to understand each other
by past circumstance.
We are all different sprouts
of the same plant,
intermingling like wild flowers.
None of us less important
in the beautiful colors
in the bouquet of life.