Just Blades of Grass

A Little round planet sat alone between rolling dark clouds beneath and a grey rippling sky above. And across it surface big blades of blue grass are rising. Bending two and fro in the marching breeze. Crop circles are cut into the high grass, to form shapes and impression that spelled peace and love and growth. Structures like rounded pyramids of black bricks sat in the center of the cut crop circles. They were shrines built to convey the same message of the crop circles they sat in. But in them the messages were presented in a structure of three dimensions, that conveyed a little more gravity for the extra dimensions. And floating atop these black structures were plants each different but each beating with a rhythm that meant what the crop circles meant, and what the black structures that potted them meant, but unlike them, the plants had a special dimension of growth and light. So they were rooted in love and life but grew to express these core themes in their own way. 

And among all this a blqcksheep was sitting, almost oblivious to these structures that had managed to arise. Or maybe he took them for granted, and was presently he was looking deeply into the rhythm the blades of grass harbored. deep into the motion, the swaying dance was a parade of little-leaved giants that marched with more authority than the lord of nod. 

And being carried in this parade was a little leaved king. who looked similar to the little blue-green blades of grass that paraded him along, but with a crown unlike anything the blqcksheep had seen. Petals fluctuating in a new pattern surrounded its head, floating just above it. It was being carried along by its subjects. But unlike the little blue-green blades that carried him, he was aware of the big eyes of the blqcksheep that looked down into their world. He looked up with his own eyes to meet those big ones with wary skepticism. A king steady in the face of grander forces in the world. And the color of the blqcksheep eyes meets with the colored patterns of the leaved kings petaled hallo and briefly they spoke about the development, and a commitment to raising people, then the two made an agreement. 

the little blue grass king halted the parade. Hopped off of his high position and climbed to the head of the blqcksheep, and saw the world from a higher perspective. An entire planet of blue grass beneath them, that rolled around the tiny planet. A sky divided between, curly black clouds and the grey shimmering sky. And his eyes were lost in wonder, but his crown was taking in the wisdom of a wider perspective. And the blqcksheep walked off and carried him to an empty structure, then planted him atop it so that the little blue-green king floated there amongst others like him, in silent meditation. His crown developing, the color of his form changing....

 While in the midst of his meditation, the blqcksheep watched over the grass people (who were now heartbroken for the loss of thier king.) He watered them with love and light and sometimes water, and watched on as new kings were budding to fill the vacuum left behind. 

 And just as a new King had arisen, and a parade was about to begin in it's honor. The former King returned from his meditation fully blossomed into something new. he walked down from the head of the blqcksheep, now larger with a crown brilliant like a sunshine alien and familiar. And his people looked on him,the new king too and stood petrified in awe.The Elevated Leaf King and the Blqcksheep laughed, and the levity of their laughter rose the blue leaved people into new beings. They blossomed, then spread across the planet with the rhythms of novel expression beating within them. And then they became aware of the awe of their station.

And at once the blqcksheep was snapped out his perspective as someone landed on his little planet. A monkey floating on a black shimmering rock like a metorite from the rippling grey veil. The sun behind his head shimmering like a crown. 
He looked to the blqcksheep smiled a fanged grin and said: "Beautiful Flowers"