The grass remembers me last night in my dream to me it spoke--its voice was clearer and warmer than any human's:
' on me you had so often trodden I remember every step of yours but you had long forgotten-
you were a toddler and your mum said- walk, you can, walk, my boy you can--you fell on me and she came to lift you up I watched- the scene almost brought tears to my eyes-
then you went to school taller, stronger, surer on your way home you would throw your school-bag on top of me and lie down to rest amidst the sound of birds- you were a dreamer and often a song to yourself you would sing and I too remember on a certain day you were reading Homer there in the green you would linger and wander only to return home at a late evening hour--
how could I forget that spring when you brought your dear Emma and sat on me as you turned your head to whisper the secrets of your heart to her? how her eyes did glitter and love was written all over her radiantly dreamy face ah, youth's splendour and ardour!
on your wedding day a party was held on the lawn which was my home and to myself I said: this little boy I knew long ago is a man now Emma he didn't let down surely their love would grow their happiness would know no measure--
the happiest days of your life came- with your kids you played at the spot where I first met you I shared your every joy and laughter-
now as you walk on me your steps are slower and lighter you seem calmer gentler and quieter hand-in-hand your walk with Emma you know not I can feel I can understand the mysterious wonder of the human heart yes, you have forgotten all that's gone before but I remember and will not cease to remember.