Grass flowers

  

I spy outside my window

a tiny bird simply sitting there

without a worry or a care

so still the little sparrow be

amidst the fallen blades of green

and as I spy so too does he

upon his world of fallen green

the newly turned darkened dirt

wet with rain and freshly sown seed

so strange this moment

I share with the little bird

as we both pause without a word

to simply stop in life's busy hours

and remember the stand of grass flowers

it once ran from fence to fence

and bellowed waves with the winds

and sparkled in the dawning rays

harboring a multitude of residents

the rains spawned fungi spore

as I found tiny mushrooms

and too the many clover blooms

which claimed the land as "ours"

under dancing stems of grass flowers 

the reach tempted me to tarry there

as the tiny bird without a care

and laid me down amidst the stand

to listen close to the grassy prayer