Grass Passion
One of, if not, the most loyal subjects in this Earthly Kingdom.
By Kece SunrosePublished 3 months ago • 1 min read
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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.
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Comments (2)
You really know how to capture a reader's attention. Well done!
This is such a clever poem!