CRY OF GRASSES

CRY OF GRASSES
What a fields of beauty dreamt real,
Humans wish to live in heaven is a seal.
Trimmed beautifully like a mustache,
Cut curvy like over the forehead of pretty much
What is left in sideuntasted;
It is the highest level to reach.
Gardening is like a living in heaven as such
But the gardener fear so much;
Death is nearer there once giants drink too much.
They will wrestle, quarrel and fall seems in love
For sport like feast, one on to another above.
That gave them happiness for me breathless,
Its wondering howLife and death at once.
Rachel wept openly for her children & heard at the sky
Grassesnever heard here wounded and cry
Still there is a sigh.  
Again be our Gardner please
Come back for grasses of us.