The Secret Life of Grass
Can you hear the grass grow?
Straining, twisting, reaching, pop!
An olive, emerald, lime blade,
Stretching to reach the sun.
A shaded spinach rasp,
Jostling for a position; but it’s where it should be.
Always in the right place.
A broad, brood of related cousins,
different lengths, shared soul.
Same soil, unique roots.
Getting trampled from above, eaten from below.
A strong, silent, persistence.
Unruffled, unmoved but consistent.
The next time you see some; stop and listen to it grow.