The Day The Grass Spoke Poem by Evarrriste Aldous

The sight of grass is rare to be
the choice of ones intention,
but on this day my thoughts marinated
in more than my usual afternoon retention.

Seductive and yet so pure,
the grass wooed my eyes,
I opened up like a vulnerable lover
and let it shred the curtain of lies.

And behind the fabric
I saw the grass' many hues,
each strand uniquely shaded
and with the sun's ever-lending hand,
distinctly infused.

Yet on the other side
past the blink of an eye,
the grass again demanded
its unity of green upon my view.
It yearned to have me witness its oneness
as all true yogis do.

Sadly there are only a few,
who hear what i heard,
the day the grass spoke.