stop for a moment
blade of grass on summer dust
so beautiful, growing so fast
crystal drops of cool water cling
mirror to mysterious surrounding
if only grass could tell stories
like we recollect our memories
i could be listening to a symphony
in my early morning journey
yet, mute, as we all know
they have ways of telling you
look at it deeper, not a glance
difficult to miss the chance
Labels: grass poetry
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