Possibly.

the shittiest thing i have ever written.

plates pull closer and closer together.

hidden dreams of building taller mountains.

and the small fish can only swim

only refusing to try.

he is not strong enough.

never wise or patient enough.

he watches

the hippopotamus

making his way and building the mound.

and waves farewell to the little creature.

he watches

the bird

building a deep nest of twigs

and flaps its wings.

he watches

the grass

growing taller and taller

only to be eaten by the animals.

i am the grass.

and i wish to be like the others.

the brown holds me down.

i am moving no where.