the day the tall grasses die

The grasses are high

The rain fertilizers it well

Under the watchful eye of the sun

The grasses turn green

The wind will blow soft and breezy

Bending the grass stalks in every way

It never breaks as it still stands tall

Under the watchful eye of the sun

The dogs will run there

The playful way the dogs show

Running along with each other

Barking language they understand

The cats by the road

They only stare afraid to go

Knowing about the habits of dogs

They stay where they are

But the tall grasses feel afraid

When the sound of grass cutter machines

The workers arrive to cut the grasses away

Under the watchful eye of the sun