There's a field so fertile
that the grass grows green
in the driest of days,
and if anyone saw it,
they would stare
With mouth agape
and eyes full of gaze.

But no one will see it,
even if it's out in plane sight.
No one thought
to stop
and stare
or care
how the green grass would
grow
so
TALL.
Not one person
No one at all.

Nonetheless, I'd cut it every week
And
in return,
it would thank me
in such
subtle ways.
I'd see, and
smile
satisfactory
in my labor.
Happy in my secret service.

No one stopped and stared
No one even cared
But I did
Yes…
I did.