Watching Grass Grow Poem by Erik Gillette

Watching grass grow seems not so exciting
but it induces such nail biting...
how can you not see the great joy
brought to eyes by the grass that no toy can ever give
yet you refuse to see the beauty around you because you refuse to see beauty in yourself. believe.
one day you will wake up to the sound of trumpets hailing
and realize that maybe bailing your grass
so early in life
was not what you truly wanted
For the grass barely had time to show you its potential.
and now you see why it was so essential
grass
is more exciting then we know.
or maybe care to show.
but one thing is for sure,
it brings joy to those boys
who enjoy watching it grow