Screaming Grass
It is nature we soundly harass
we set the order on human whims.
Just ask the thick, fresh, green, screaming grass
lawns send scented signals after trims.
Grass gets chopped, cut and then they cry
their only voice is the perfumed air.
So foolish us, yet we wonder why
it's so little that we even care.
As we all slash 'n trounse these plants down
how lost we are to practice hubris.
Never noticing nature's sad frown
not like there's nothing that we would miss.
Insights we see in such simple things
many hidden truths that nature brings.
Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021
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