Grass, the magnificent muse

Grass too green for its own good.

I find myself wondering, should

I use it for my own benefit?

 

For what does the grass gain

by my sitting and laying

upon it?

 

Does a lawn wish for that communion?

If at a price some form of ruin,

flattened by my weight.

 

Perhaps, like us humans, it withstands

better than we think it can.

Not ruined, but reshaped.