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