Ways Of Looking At Grass

Gass sways through the wind
Without a care
As it moves through
The flow of life

Grass is a home
To little bugs and animals
Where they roam around
In their secret little village

Grass is an itchy thing
That crawls up your legs
Brushes up against you
As you walk through it

Grass lives everywhere
As it perseveres
Living through the harshest of climates
And the tropical ones too

Grass is a farmer
Making food for itself
Working all day long
But as soon as its night
It sleeps till dawn