I am a tussock, lying alone

I am a tussock, lying alone
Alone on the ground, unfound
Mating the solitude, some pebbles and a stone
I am a tussock, lying alone
Wind carries me in its lap
Make me witness, mountains and seas
I touch veins, falling from high trees
Floats on the blue mirror, with lilies grown
I am a tussock, lying alone
To the world of shine and fame
I am useless, no identity no name
But I am happy to be unknown
I am a tussock, lying alone
I am nothing, nothing to be noticed
And thus, free from restrictions, obligations
Free from expectations, free from relations
Do voyages in a manner of my own
I am a tussock, lying alone