The envious grass

Looks up at the trees

The trees and their height

Strong bark and strong trunks

And their roots buried deep underground

The grass moves with even the

Slightest breeze

But the trees hold their ground

The envious grass

Holds tight to the earth

As wind from a storm

Blows them around

They look up at the trees

And see only the branches move

The envious grass

Digs into the ground

Battling the hurricane winds

Their bodies move easily with

Each gust of the storm

They look up at the trees

And gasp

The trees are bending

Trying to resist

But the trees are too rigid

Not fluid enough

And they snap as

They fall to the

Ground dead

The astounded and grateful grass

Looks at the fallen trees

And sigh

No longer envious of the trees