What Is Grass
What is grass
so I wonder,
fighting dirt,
day and night,
creeping like worms
starving for air.
Lime green tips
peaking through many pebbles.
Thousands of fingers
grasping at nothing.
Swaying back and fourth
like a romantic dance,
or mother nature's hair
growing strong and vibrant.
So what is grass
you want to know?
It can be anything
you make it to be!
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