Smartage

The tiny delicate blades of grass
Selflessly grow o'er hills and dales,
Enrich our world: enlive our breaths,
Silently narrate much profound tales.

The careful observants from yesteryears;
Some scarcely existent even today,
Listen to and learn and teach and preach
These lessons, in hope for a better day!

Neglectful many perceive this nature
In vain, confined to six inch screens:
Tap and share, we tap and share,
Barely rejoicing the tune of greens.

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