Meant to be

This is a story of love, more than that how meant to be happens. there was a field of grass unlike many fields of grass it developed sentient thoughts. just thoughts no movement or much freedom as humans. Just having thought it became capable of love.. Its thoughts compromised of the sun how beautiful the field of grass felt under its light. When the clouds witch the grass grew to hate, covered the sun the grass became solemn almost melancholy. Nights seem to grow longer with each passing day there was an ache? the sentient grass could not understand terms like pain but it felt it nonetheless. Now i must pause this story love is explained solely by the beholder but you may come to agree reader, that this field of grass was feeling this illusive idea of love. To continue the story, you may have heard of athena the goddess of love she is also like the fabled cupid. Instead of arrows however she has agents of love. The wind the human every aspect of nature actually you can come to think of compromised of her tools. She watched over this field of grass through natures many eyes, there happened to be a river nearby. She grew amused by the field of grass plight. So she gathered her agents both of human and of nature to bring the grass closer to the sun. She had a gardener mow the grass the wind lift it higher the very clouds carried the grass higher still the sun stood further away but the truth was the grass was happy just to be closer to the very thing it loved. This i feel is what meant to be must be when forces unknown to us help us to be where we need to be.