Screaming Grass Poem by Greg Gaul

It is nature we soundly harass
We set the order on human whims
Just ask the thick, green, screaming grass
Lawns send scented signals after trims

Grass gets chopped 'n cut and then they cry
Their only voice is perfumed air
So foolish us, yet we wonder why
It's so little that we even care

As we all slash 'n trounse these plants down
Our nature is to practice hubris
Never noticing nature's sad frown
Not like there's nothing that we miss

What truth to see in such simple things
Are there other truths that nature brings


Copyright © Greg Gaul | Year Posted 2021