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.