Ethereal Moments The Poetry of Donavon Scott Vinson
Grass
I lie close to the damp earth
waving cheerily to all the passersby.
I bend to them at the waist and yell
"Hello!"
My muted scent covers the land as
the sun shines merrily down.
In the cool of Autumn's breath
I turn from vibrant green to deep brown.
For I am a wee little blade of grass.
Donavon Scott Vinson