What's with the pride?
You raise your chin up so high
Oh! or is it that you gaze at the clouds as usual?
Finding all the memories long lost in them
Which one's did you bring today?
Daisies or daffodils?
Offer them already!
For the dew drops on my blades aren't enough to beautify me
Look down over here!
I'm crushed beneath your feet
Whilst you are busy gathering your lost memories
Or are you busy finding excuses to escape?
Hehe, how I envy you sometimes!
What an amazing creature you are 
Someone so whimsical 
Even though they get all the chances to think
And then there's me always wondering under these clouds
Never getting a chance to escape 
For deep I'm rooted throughout the cemeterie's bounds
Never getting a chance to move
I'm always busy swaying to keep your beloved grave warm.

Millions of fat cows,
grazing on lush green grass;farts,
That's global warming.

Last of summer rose
Falling autumn leaves
Ordinary grass
Firmly grounded, as ever, still green.

What if grass is greener on the other side,
Because it’s always raining there,
Where the ones who never fail to give,
Hardly have enough to spare,
Where the people with the broadest smiles,
Have pillows filled with tears,
And the bravest ones you’ve ever known,
Are crippled by their fears,
It’s filled with lonely people,
But they’re never seen alone,
Where those that lack real shelter,
Make you feel the most at home,
Maybe their grass looks greener,
Because they’ve painted on its hue,
Just remember from the other side,
Your grass looks greener too.
~e.h.

I don't worry about the name of the grass,
Its grassiness is what I came searching for

Sometimes the grass isn't
     Always greener
Maybe the lawn your on
       Just needs a little more
                          Attention

Did you ever think when a season
       Changes,
what grows beneath...
Not realizing that your feet
        Were  free before.

Big white chunks of fluffy ice
flying down in a serendipitous sequence
falling against the yellow steady splash
of frothing evening light,full of mirth
in some moments glowing like embers
against slanting rays,again white
on extended meadow grass plane
transforming it a white spread sheet
of cool silence, with lessening patches of green.

Crimson leaves were being
Shy, soon would die falling
For you.

I was so sure
You were somewhere between
Yellowish grass, gloomy clouds
Old traffic lights, Rusty road signs

The wind smelled
The scent of autumn,
Brought you from the sky
Upstairs, waving
And me, smiling