Look Down

The world. So blue. So green. So rich with life.
A landmass. Birds flit amongst the clouds.
A forest. The calls of various avian creatures alight in the air.
A field. Sunflowers dance around the rays of sunshine.
A patch of grass. What makes this patch different from the many other thousand patches?
The blades themselves...stabbing upwards towards the endless blue above.
The blades lie below actually, in the earth below. A skeleton. Unmarked grave. A knight in shining armor, now tarnished and dirty.
The blade, one large thing that would dwarf all the blades of the grass above.
A King buried below its subjects.