I tip toe on the frozen grass,
each blade encased
in a shell of frost,
preserved in a tiny terrarium
of its own.

and I feel only guilt when it shatters beneath my feet,
like breaking glass
of empty bottles of green.
snapping each leaf out of its miniscule shell of cold and beauty.

and the sun's rays hit as my accomplice in this hateful crime.
each ray envious,
make their way to melt the frozen wonders.
and the grass cries with tears
of ice cold water,
each dripping down its faceless being.

and before others have awoken to as witness
all evidence is washed away.
melted, it seeps into the hardened ground.

now a secret that must be kept
between me and the golden sun.