Why does the green grass bow?
Was there some performance in the sky
so magnificent they felt obliged?
Why does the green grass bend?
Are they sore from standing straight?
Are they tired? Is it late?
Why does the green grass sway?
Is it because there's music in the wind?
Or is it fun? Is it a trend?
Why does the green grass lean?
To get a better look at the view?
To stare up at the endless blue?
Grass is grass.
There's no question about that.
They do what they do
'cus its how they should act.
AND THAT IS THAT!
Author notes
This a a supplementary poem to one of my other poems about grass. I had to do a fun poem to balance out the other more profound poem.
The other poem here:
Impressions of Green
http://allpoetry.com/poem/3335310
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