Grass: Figurative

You sweep them away in their sleep; they are like the new grass of the morning—

…in the morning it springs up new, but by evening it fades and withers.

A voice says, “Cry out!” And I asked, “What should I cry out?” “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field.

For, “All flesh is like grass, and all its glory like the flowers of the field; the grass withers and the flowers fall,

But the one who is rich should exult in his low position, because he will pass away like a flower of the field.

For the sun rises with scorching heat and withers the plant; its flower falls and its beauty is lost. So too, the rich man will fade away in the midst of his pursuits.