blades of grass

the grass is green

but made of blades

they cut into me

in emerald shades.

every footstep makes a sound

is muted by the green around.

every breath I make is heard

by every leaf and every bird.

step by step I make my way

over the hills, over the dales

the morning fog fades away

as the feathers chirp their tales.

oh morning in this paradise

all green all alive all mine

and the blades they slice and slice

but that pain is just fine.