You see Green,
I see Brown.
The life cycle
Of grass,
But you shouldn't be
Sleeping in cars.
Not now.
You deserve better.
Those who do not
Hear my words,
You will catch up!
And then,
Be comforted
By understanding
We plant the grass
And we mow it
Year after year
It is plush and green.
We watch it die
In the winter
Its harshness
Brings cold beauty
Only a few
Will understand.
Then, it sprouts again
In the spring,
Blossoming like a flower
Rising, rising
Just to be
Unearthed again.
You see green.
I see Brown.
Catch you, my friend
On the other side.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem