The crunching of the grass

Night sky,

end of July,

feeling the need for rain.

Crisp lawn,

break of dawn,

awake to the sun again.

Day breaks,

nature awakes,

another beautiful morn.

Waiting again,

for absent rain,

as grass yearns to be reborn.

One thought on “The crunching of the grass”

Nice poem! Although I can wait one more month for the rain to begin. 🙂

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