The Wild Grasses

The wild grasses lean with the wind

Their pas de deux a rhythm of the mind

That synchronizes the ocean breezes

Through seasons and transgresses

The limitations of mere mortals

The souls of passages and portals

Those pilgrims who must journey but

The wild grasses surrender and cut

Through the paces of the melody

That alludes to an inherent parody

The conscious human thinker craves

To imitate, in desiring so, he behaves

Though others of his kind call him crazy

The complete or adorable looney

Those wild grasses are caution free

The wild grasses grow then they rest

Their dance with the wind is the test

To grow again without question

The best or worst of a next generation

They ponder not of today or tomorrow

The coming of joy or of sorrow  

           The Wild Grasses  © gillena cox 2007