The Zen of Mowing

Not really a haiku but a choka instead.

The Zen of Mowing

The grass grows higher

Gas I use to mow and trim

An endless cycle

Wasteful and futile

Single-celled bacteria

Consumed so quickly

Can we not leave them

Resting in the deep darkness

Using does pollute

Let the grass grow tall

Draw power from father Sol

Absorbing is free

As unseen winds blow

Tall grass does move to and fro

Windmills spin freely

This in our power to use

Pollute not mother nature

Reviews

[Patricia Wedel]

dear poet... Fields of prairie grass with flowers of
"Prairie smoke" is a beautiful sight to behold.
truly, Pat

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and review this writing. Yes, I agree tall grass swaying in the breeze is a lovely sight.

[Coyote Poetry]

I liked the logic of the poem.
"Let the grass grow tall
Draw power from father Sol
Absorbing is free"
Funny how fields of glass can create a need to chop down. New world. Even grass and perfect world?? Nice ending to a excellent poetry.
Coyote

[H.L. Cerveise]

Thank you for reading and reviewing this writing. I am glad you enjoyed it.

[Coyote Poetry]

I did and you are welcome.