The
blades of grass
Erecting
tall in the summer heat
Bowing
in respect to the wind
What
else can it do?
Watching
the motorists
Driving
slow, crazy and no care to the world
These
drivers just believe they are the kings
On
the road that is
The
cats and dogs
They
come to do business
Along
the side road
No
permission no toll to pay
The
blades of grass
It
can't smell the aroma
The
sheet of blades can cut
The
light red lines to the careless idiots
The
summer of dry hot light
It
can burn the blades of grass
The
dry weather wind singing its sad songs
“Sorry
there is no rain today”
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