Grass and Weed (Isaac Bencaz)

The grass, Glazed with rain water, Another, Named Weed. Weed was wise, Grass was great. Once, They met. But didn't, Connect. The grass, Glazed with rain water, Was so poor and lonely. But they met again, To find some changes, They made, Some greatness. Weed and Grass became friends, And Maybe, That's how the story ends.