The Blade Of Grass
Poem about the blade of grass.
You are long in the ground where I have seen you
You are short in the ground where I have seen you
You are curled in the ground where I have found you
Green is your color from nature grown
Straight you are from within the ground
Curl you are when you become too long
Your size doesn't matter in how you look like
You are beautiful as you are curled or straight in the ground
With water over your skin and the drops on your beautiful green skin
When it has been raining all day long I can smell you from far away
You smell fantastically fresh, like fresh brewed coffee in the morning
These two combinations are the best that you gave me today
I enjoy you both every day, and every morning with a smile on my face
When I walk through your blades of grass, I feel nature, I feel ground
So pure, so fresh, so wet, yet wonderful with drops on your green skin
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Agnes Laurens
Agnes Laurens is a writer. She writes for the local newspaper. Agnes lives with her daughters. Writing is, like playing the violin, her passion. She writes about anything that crosses her mind. Follow her on Medium.
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