A poem about an insect world under a patch of grass, this poem is about nature and it’s simplicity and trudging along ignorant of all things we do in this day and age.
Under Grass
Under this random strip of grass
there is no pain of a modern world
just the melt of teeming nature
insects thrash and move forward
worms complete the soil cycle
nature moves on everlasting
all under these blades of grass
-Poem by Justin Germino
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