She had become the Grass in its dawning. The freshness of it drew her in, the originality of the organism was intriguing. It was a State she would wear more than once.
It would almost remind her of water- the way in flowed over everything it could; up and over, down and through. The way it swayed in endless waves, locked in perpetual motion. The way it gave life and shelter to so many other Things, and drove the evolution of its Peers (a Pure State knows all Things are Peers).
But water was a strange Thing. Not quite individual, not quite separate. That could sometimes be the tricky part of Being something inanimate.
No, to be Grass was to be individual among its ocean of fellows. And to be a plant was to live a meditative existence. In some ways, She could liken it to the experience of Being Stone without the recall of memories of her other States. It was quiet in that she could not 'Hear' like animals, but she could experience sound in more than just reverberation as did the Stone. She could not 'See' as though she had animal eyes, but nonetheless she experienced the Sun and the Things around her in a unique fashion. The way She could synthesize nutrients for herself was an ability she forever praised in Pure State.
Grass was a delight to her memories for its new innovation- as had the fern delighted her with its use of rivers, and the flowering plants for their use of animals- the use of silicon to sharpen its blades. Furthermore, in her Pure State, she could see across Time and learned with great interest how the Grass fed the cattle, then fed the Sea itself, and made Men.