Wispy Green Dreams

One blade of grass

Yellowed green and furrowed

Knife-edged

Poking up through the musky, mealy soil

Fine and thin and insubstantial

Hardly seems twould have the strength to stand at all

But it does so

With many other friendly, perky fellows

All swaying close together

Drenched in diamond drops of dew

Drying in the rising sun

Forming a dense rug

A cool, shadowed floor where all manner of tiny creatures roam and congregate

Forming a thick carpet

A soft, bristly landing for bare feet and picnic blankets strewn with fresh food and summertime treats

An open space where little ones play and shriek

A uniform field for soccer balls to float across

Where lovers lie in warm embrace

And dogs sniff, nose to ground, and bounce about

Let’s not forget the front lawn

That verdant welcome mat to grace the doors of our abodes

Something for us to shape and clip besides ourselves

A fresh patch of emerald bliss emanating peace

Pause and feast your eyes

Get a good whiff

Run your fingers cross the top to test out the texture

Wriggle and tickle your naked toes

What could be better

Take a moment in repose

To wonder at

The simple elegance

Of Grass

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