Frost On The Grass Poem by ERNEST CLARY
Frost On The Grass
Frost on the grass
before the sun makes it fade
it shines like glass
on every blade
by night the grass it shrouds
by day
it returns to the clouds
the frost the visitor the grass the host
of this union
which gains the most
the grass nourishes on the frost
and flourishes at what cost
what does the frost get from the grass
surely more than a bed to rest its mass
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I like the way you looked at nature and put it into a poem. A 10 from me as well. Silverlight