Unsure if the grass is getting greener.
Or if it is dying
Feels each day it belongs in a casket.
Or if life is increasing in every way
On most days it feels like it is turning brown
Lying plumb, what is the beauty in that?
Making the value go down.
And the field disagreeable
Some days I will see flowers growing.
With realizing, they were there alone.
I hope the grass gets greener.
And not just look greener.
But it smells and feels fine.
Fellow to the mind
I hope I can see these flowers all the time.
I hope the grass stays healthy.
Attracting more people to see the beautiful nature of its color
I hope the sweet smell provides peace in the mind.
I hope my grass never dies.