Song of Green

Green grass in a forsaken yard
Swaying in the wind is a wonder.
Kids pass by at dusk heading home
Unaware of the sheer splendor.
Then evening falls on the unlit yard-
A graveyard where crickets hum.
But the grass dreams of eternity
As the fall does severely come.
              Unfinished

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