Green Blades

Quietly they guard the soil

raising arms where want to toil

covering all with green you see

as chloroplasts make energy.

Buzzing is the insect's job.

Throbbing gurgles leave the pond.

Fish will watch the airy world

above their heads the fallen swirl.

Green blades are the smell of new

that deeply grow 'fore feet of you.

Hands in pockets let us run

beneath the blue and melting sun.

I call your name! To you I run!

After all, life should be fun.

Green blades grow reminding me

that summer's glow goes blindingly.