The Green, Green Grass of Home

Grass is green, we know that’s true, less green, at times, for me than you. The traffic in the lane I’m in, is always slower. I just can’t win. It seems at times that everyone else is doing better than myself. That’s when I stop, before I crash and realize that I’m talking trash. I haven’t walked in others shoes and don’t know what they gain or lose . Who knows what problems others have? Who knows what sadness grips their heart? Perhaps a moment in the dark where no grass grows and no dogs bark, where no one moves in any lane and where we go is all the same Perhaps no light will stop this game. Friends, when grass looks greener over there just thank the grass around you, where the different tones and different blades remind us all that we are made of light and love that never fades. We’re never lost, we’re ne’er alone and the grass we’re on is always home