Ode to Grass

Green blades quiver
trying to resist the wind
trying their very best to stay strong.
Wind pushes harder
and more intense...
the grass retreats to the ground.

Young men run barefoot through the lawn,
picking and choosing which spots they like best.
Blades of grass are pushed on their sides,
and spring back to be pushed down by someone else...

Who can blame
the young men?
Grass is soft and new,
and a willing provider
for outdoor festivities.
They run off,
happy and satisfied,
leaving the quivering blades
on the ground.
They await their next grounding
all too patiently.

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