Why Dried Grass Won't Worry
The day rain washes us out
is the day we'll wish for ships.
We'll sail away the very next day.
and wish for a dry summer.
The grass will flood and float away.
The grass will grow some other way
Some seconds pass to hours; days
go by and grass will take root again.
The day our summers burn our homes
is the day we'll wish for storms.
We'll dance for rain until dusk of next day
and huddle for warmth with eachother.
The grass will wither that day
The grass will wilt and crumble away
Some seconds pass to hours; days
go by and more grass will root in the dirt.
The day our winters bury our roads
is the day we'll wish for inferno.
Burning our bridges to survive in our own,
we soon fell victim to chlls, alone.
The grass will ignite that day.
The grass will burn and feed the great flame.
Some seconds pass to hours; days
go by as new grass rises under amoral ashes
The day all our wishing, reacting all halts,
Our homes will have sunk down as ashes in salt
The day we stop wishing, we strive to take fault
The day we start acting, to live with our faults]
We'll all need to stop thinking.
We'll all wish to grow.