I used the idea of grass to inspire my description of a homeless man.
The Homeless Man
His hair was long, stringy and stiff, for it had been through all weathers, sunny to rainy, worn down day by day by Mother Nature. His skin was as rough as sandpaper to touch and full of cuts oozing with infection. The lips had the surface of an earthquake, cracked and charred, and were placed just below a speck of blood that would soon be a waterfall running down from his warped, irregular nose.
The body of the old soul was twisted and his chest had buckled in, like many people had trodden him down and turned away from him, treated him like a neglected piece of grass, taken no notice of him. However, his luminous emerald green eyes were full of longing and it felt like they were searching through your soul. Though the rest of his body was approaching death, his eyes told a different story. One that had seen things never to be described, never to be told, but one that was still full of life and determination.
Charlie Ann Williams