An Ode To Grass

No one talks about the grass, But yet, it does so much; It covers up the ugly stuff, And adds a nicer touch. When you fall amongst the grass, And scrape your knocky knees; It doesn’t tear your knees apart, Like rock or grey concrete. Or freshly cut, it smells so nice, Yeah, nothing smells like grass; It takes you back to better days, Your young days playing catch. It gives a place for bugs to live, The good bugs and the bad; It gives a soft and comfy place, To sit if you are sad. To really feel how great it is, Remove your stinky shoes; And walk among the cooling strands, In springtime’s morning dew. Sometimes I think about the grass - It still amazes me. There’s only one thing greater than The grass - and it’s a tree. So nature’s carpet needs a bow, Cause without it we’d be blue; And just remember if you’re down, Hey - you can smoke it too!