My head down I do not see around to compare my lawn with yours.
Constantly on knees priming the earth.
Yellow stains form patches to overtake the green
Dig, Pat, water, snip
Yet to take a peak across the street
Pick weeds and plant seeds for regrowth
Flowers dance when the sun sings
Thorns scheme
mow, pat, water, snip
the wind carries the fragrance of her lillie’s
Feet nestled, grass soft in between toes
season change, leaves fall the trees are bare
rake, rake, snip, water
Birds chirp, gray skies and the water over flow
Drowning are the seeds deeply rooted
the wind carries the fragrance of wood burning and marshmallows
Guitars, song, beer, joy
Off of my knees, eyes wide I glare at what we have built.
My grass is natural...it’s real.. It’s perfect
I turn left then right shocked at the site.. All was artificial