Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up.
-Pablo Picasso-
For some time I've been working with a poet. I've been sorting out her archive, transcribing her work, figuring out what poems to re-publish, that kind of thing. During one of my stints in her library, I came across a couple of short stories for kids she wrote forty years ago. One in particular stuck to my mind; the story of a field of daisies. When the daisies overhear that the husband will come out of the house to mow the lawn because 'all of those white daisies spoil it', the clever flowers flatten themselves on their sides, let the mower pass over them and stand up again once the man has left. They do this over and over until they are left to thrive in the garden, as nature intended. I love this charming story very much and this is why today I think that you should think about the sort of inspiration that is so common amongst children but that we lose once we grow up.
Write about the life of a blade of grass.
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