We are grass, furred with light.
We are grass, kissed by dusk
as it tucks us into night,
caressed by winds until we bend
weeping like a great green sea.
We are grass and we are content
to dwell beneath the shadow
of blazing pink and gold clouds,
never defined by our own brightness.
We are grass, we know the thoughts
of earthworms, last resting places
of skeletons named and unnamed.
We are grass, pink and green spikelets,
lilac florets opening like stars.
We are grass, invisible we span the world.
We are grass, we forgive you
when you crush us, we leap back shining.
We are grass and we love you,
Silent we bear your footsteps on our backs.