The Grass is Green

The grass is green, this fresh promise of life, luxuriant and full, like the breath of spring,

bending under the weight of possibility. I lay down on my back, watching the clouds pull away the curtains of the sky,

revealing a blue that knows no bounds, a canvas for dreams to dance upon.

Each blade of grass a life, rooted deeply to the core of existence, echoing the heartbeats of all who dwell here,

reminding us that we are part of this great cycle, a thread in the tapestry of the universe,

and the grass, moving softly in the breeze, knows our stories, dances with our joys, remembers our losses,

it is here, in this rich earth, where we find our grounding, yearning for the wild.

• Diane di Prima