Mays green grass

Mays green grass stands tall and proud,
Returned from its war, with winters grey cloud.
Unaware of ever laying down,
It stands up like prince, fixing its crown.
Back to its place among Mother Nature’s setting,
Its home to countless, for foliage and nesting.

Bumble bees scan, its glorious plantation,
While beetles topple through its underbelly nation,
Of tiny red ants, building their kingdom,
For the queen, they so love, lazing in her station.

Squirrels seek out nuts to feed their young babies,
While foxes seek out squirrels to feed their young babies.
May’s green grass lays back, and watches so closely,
As another years hopefuls play out nature’s symphony.

As may slowly fades and winters strong grip take hold,
I know next year if I return, to the oak tree at the bottom,
Of the meadows flowing shallow stream,
Whatever has happened in winter’s cold haze?
Weather my life as progressed, or been spent in a daze.

If sit down once more and lay my back against this tree,
And close my eyes and dream of the hopes that I see.
I know all around me, my friends watch closely,
To the death and rebirth happening inside me.

May’s green grass Stands tall and proud
As I leave the meadow and head back to the crowd,
The crowd of foxes and squirrels I see,
Although they are known as you and me.