A child said, What is the grass? fetching it to me will full hands;

How could I answer the child?......I do not know what it is any more than he.

I guess it must be the flag of my disposition, out of hopeful green stuff woven.

There was the hope Dr. Holden had talked about-the grass was a metaphor for his hope. But that"s not all. He continues,

Or I guess it is the handkerchief of the Lord,

A scented gift and remembrancer designedly dropped,

Like grass is a metaphor for God's greatness or something....

And then soon after is itself a child....

And then soon after that,

Or, I guess it is a uniform hieroglyphic,
And it means, Sprouting alike in broadzones and narrow zones.

Growing among black folk as among white.

Author: John Green