Grass

Sometimes I wonder
why we tend to our flowers,
And fences,
And pets,
And sometimes trees,
But grass just gets stepped on.
Is it because it’s small?
Flowers are small.
Is it because it’s green?
Pet turtles are green.
It’s not that hard to take care of,
Like fences.
And flowers.
And pets.
Sometimes I wonder
If grass is like the sheets
Under the blankets
on my bed,
Shoved beneath the rest of the world
Forgotten.
Sometimes I wonder
If God really wanted grass
To be trampled
After all the hard work it does.
Maybe it was supposed to stay
Wild and tall,
And free.
But we should know by now,
People like to be taller than everything else,
So they cut things down.