A little kid
Falling.
Skinning their knees
On the hard ground.
The feels pain,
hurt.
Loved by their family.
Cared for by someone.
But what about the ground?
The hard cement that holds the
Weight of millions of feet
Bodies
Bodies of water
Holding everything on ground.
Trampled on by billions.
The support group for the world.
It does not give up
It does not cry
Or care about the brutal
Damage of being built
Upon
Stomped on.
The ground goes through so much
hurt.
And pain
But yet, it's still going
Still holding,
Still caring.
-So why can't you?
