Grass Poem by Simonette Brebenariu

The verdant sings in the field,
Upright strand amidst the sunny day!
Weakness blunt on a fairer shield...
Like a stick, on such astray!
Useful to some...delightful- tamed animal,
Food...good to continuous long life,
Notion calls for famous shepherd gal;
Surely, lemon drops, on oozing sap!
Somehow, somewhere, everywhere...we see lots,
Long and short on bundle spots!
Though ignore of some...nothing guide-
Left on boots...not a pride!
Wet and fresh on rainy days,
Dry and sad on summer craze!
But somehow dusts flourish its silk...
Beauty fades on a dangerous risk!
Gruesome pests can kill the glare,
Of its fine...long-body care!
Itchy to some...and herbs to ill...
No wonder, these green...here-still!