___As I gazed across the field, I could not help but notice how green the grass looked after the rain. Combined they were perfectly uniform, forming a shining carpet, almost soft in texture. I picked up my hooves to see the imprint they left. The grass was squished into a perfect replica of where my weight was once held. As I focused my attention on my mark I could see the blades around it, some were taller than others, some blades greener, some even brown, dead and yet still standing. Amazing how perfect they all looked together from far away. Intent on what was below me I could see the young blades, struggling to grow to the height of their elders, and the old blades, struggling to survive against nature's ultimate decree of an end for all things.
Continued. . .
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