A grass?

at the top of a mountain there was a small spirit. this spirit had just gained a conscience and was curious.

"what am i?"

the little spirit wondered but soon fell asleep.

After waking up again, the little spirit who knew nothing observed his surroundings and thought.

"would i be one of those green spots that shake in the wind?"

but soon denied the possibility

"it wouldn't be possible, I am taller and more robust than them" looking around, the little spirit saw a great valley from the top of his mountain, from there he could see streams, mountains and a small village in the distance and started to ask.

"would something down there know how to tell me what I am?"

but he would have no way of knowing because he could not move and if he tried his roots would dry up and then he would die.

"I hope someday to know what I am" then the little spirit, curious about the world and itself began to observe the valley day after day, observing its changes and the humans that sometimes passed by trails near its mount.

"I wish I could move like these people, see the world and discover new things" but the wish cannot be heard by anyone.

The days passed and the little spirit started to watch every night the beautiful starry sky above him and during the day he observed the lush valley below. too much time passed and then a change took place.