The Grass,

Withering, faint, unrecognisable,

The grass calls me to me sweet.

Leaves a sliver of sweetness,

Fleeting euphoria,

Highs unimaginable,

Giving of its sweet evergreen aroma if only for a time

Yet so strong that you cannot help but to cling to it for dear life.



Why do I yearn for the grass so?

When it is all around us – abundant like the air we breathe?

That is because the grass is the breath,

Pungent nostalgia that,

If ever last for so long as a day, lasts for a lifetime.