My feet sink into nature's soft, luscious carpet.
The blades tickle my toes playfully.
I savor the fresh, sweet smell
And I admire the color, a deep green, like an emerald.
In the morning, dew envelopes the blades.
The water clear and cool,
Greets bare-feet with a leap of joy.
The grass whispers a soft hello.
In the summer we crush the blades
As we jump and run and play.
There is a patch of dirt worn from countless games of volleyball,
Even in the winter the grass will not return there.
The dirt is carried away by the wind like ashes,
A reminder of the life that once was.
During times of drought, the earth cracks forms ravines in the soil.
When the rain comes, a river will run through the desert.