Green Grass

The grass is always greener

On the other side

So you left me in search of it

I see you rolling around

Playing with your new soil

And brushing out the remnants of ours

I see you planting seeds

Breathing the crisp air

And looking up towards the blue sky

But tell me

Is it really greener over there?

As you stand there I can’t help

But notice the grass at your feet

It seems so lush

And vibrant

And… Green

Maybe… No.

That’s not for me to know

All I am to know

Is that my grass is green

Not that yours is greener