Grass Beautiful
Green, red, yellow;
On land or water,
Soft like marshmallows
Grows everywhere, “softeners”
Planted by no one
Watered by sky or sea
Its use, most mammals recall
Scattered abroad for all to see
Some soft, others sharp
Some long, others short
Some thick, others flat
Some blond, others another form
Dies at night, alive with the sun
Taken for granted,
Abused with scorn
Yet spreads it seeds even when unwanted
Sometimes seen as a mess
But with care it remains a beauty to see
With soft colors, your day it could bless
With shine, serenity and peace.
Grass beautiful
Who calls you ugly that can make you?
Grass wonderful
Who cuts you that can for ever break you?
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