2018
The giant, Steve, went for a walk.
His feet left quite a trail
He didn’t mean to hurt the grass
But it began to wail.
Oh- ouch ouch ouch- You’re hurting me
You’re trampling all my blades
And when you finish with your walk
Just part of your damage fades.
It hurts so much- what you leave behind
without intending to.
Some of my parts will not grow back-
That thing that you do with your shoe.
Are you talking to me? said the giant, Steve.
If you are, I wasn’t aware
That my walking could be hurting you.
It’s not that I don’t care.
I didn’t mean to hurt you,
but where can I place my feet?
I need to walk for my own health
It makes my life complete.
Perhaps you can walk on rocks instead
I’ve heard they’re pretty strong
And bigger strides might help a lot
Your legs appear quite long
So Steve tried talking to the rocks
To see if they would care
But rocks wouldn’t even answer
They were totally unaware.
So Steve and the grass lived side by side
In harmony as best they could
As for the rocks, he wore his socks
Just as he thought he should.