Grass Poem by Jacque Hardison

They lay on the front lawn.
Surround the open fields of land.
Its color glows when it is dawn,
With their dew rolling through the stem that stand.
It is a city for insect.
The clothing of soils.
Though not everyone has respect.
Littering and trash that consists of oils.
Which tarnishes the beautiful green plants.
Variations includes of wild, cut and turf.
You can see the army of ants.
Water them, you'll see them surf.
Also they are meals for animals.
I love this view made by mother nature, it comes natural.