Grass Poem by Paul Reed

Lonely blade of grass
Amongst millions
With the sun streaming down your face
You are lost in all the others;

Lovely lush, soft grass
Stretching out over the leas
In autumn splendour
With your thistles and clover
You rest in the afternoon;

Lazy tide
Not going out
Or coming in
Bringing, then taking away
As the sun slips slower
And the foam scrapes the pebbles;

Sitting on a bench
Looking out over the sea
Drifting the afternoon away,
Lonely amongst millions
Clover at our feet;

Day disappeared,
Empty bay
Nothing but night and silence,
Our footsteps imprinted
On the soft, lush grass.