The Colors of the Grass
Like cloud shadow that pass,
I love the changing colors of grass.
Now the grass has turned to gold
And fills the meadow, fold on fold.
In places it is the colors of rust
Like an old boot that is flecked with dust.
Come summer and the only grass in sight
Will be a desiccates white.
But then the rain will come again,
And green grass will dance in rain.
O I live the changing colors of grass.
Like cloud shadow that pass.
