Grass Passion

Sometimes I get cut,

Still a place to plant a seed.

Keep my greed attenuated,

So it don’t become a weed.

I’m in love with the trees,

Through the rain they keep resilience.

I get hugs from the bees,

And they breed my inner brilliance.

Things try to shit on me,

Still I grow without disdain.

Through the realms of history,

A many left but I’ve stayed.

Poisons infiltrate,

But in my essence I abstain.

I’m one to proliferate,

If a harvest goes astray.

I keep your body safe,

When you leave for higher planes

I’m someone you can trust,

Even when you step away.

Grass.