The smell that you love
Of freshly cut grass
Is only green leaf volatiles
From when the plant has been hurt

Its only trying to save itself
It only suffered a pain unspoken
That we as man
Enjoy

How can I really live?
When the scent of a just-mowed lawn
Is only tragedy
That brings me pleasure

Its only trying to heal itself
From injury which man inflicted
That I can't help
But love