I am that grass you love.
Green or yellow, I am.
Brown, sometimes, I am, and
On me, your animals feed.
Greener, your life I make.
To make shelters, you use me,
To prettify your parks, you shrub me, and
To produce compost and oxygen.
Your gardens’ beds, I create.
Myriads of creatures, I host.
With me, you surround yourself
Greenly attractive to look.
To make an extra buck, you need me.
As your low spot, you use me.
Today, courteously, plant and feed me.
Even if you will dispose of me,
Just like a mere green waste.
That grass you treasure, I remain.
Poem by Mugisho N Theophile
Diamonds, gems, silver, and gold would never be able for a soul to beautify.
It takes virtue, justice, mercy, and love first to seek - the soul to prettify!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
03 June 2018
free verse
dare to fly
fragile butterflies
prettify and pollinate
our gardens
a kaleidoscope
of flowers
awaits your
kaleidoscopic wings
twisting
turning
show us your
beautiful being
written 13 May, 2016
Waltzing slow with the wind, wild flowers bloom
along country roads that they
prettify.
Red radiance here, yellow exuberance there,
my sight they so pleasantly
petrify.
Blood-shot eyes of this smog-dazed urbanite,
long for beauty that can cleanse and
purify
these thoughts and dreams that city life and strife
stiflle and muffle, addle and
putrefy.
wild flowers jubilate
along country roads
that they prettify;
yellow radiance here,
red exuberance there
pleasantly petrify
bleary, blood-shot eyes
of smog-dazed urbanites
needing to purify
thoughts and dreams
that city life and strife
addle and putrefy.
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