There is grass.
It sounds stupid.
I bet there is a lot of grass outside a lot of houses,
My grass is special,
My grass can talk.
It tells me the secrets of life,
And it teaches me how to work out my problems.
My grass whispers in my ear,
And it sounds like a million butterflies,
Fluttering like eyelashes.
My grass may tell me lies from time to time,
But it always makes it up by saying,
"Everything can be okay."
I listen to my grass,
And my grass listens to me.
But most importantly,
My grass is welcoming,
My grass is soft.
I bet I sound just about crazy,
Saying my grass can talk,
Saying that it comforts me.
But it really does;
Only when we lay on it together.
You are really the one who tells me the secrets of life,
And how to fix everything.
You're the one that reminds me of butterflies every time you talk.
Most of all,
You're the one that welcomes me,
The one that tells me my grass is soft.
My place of peace is with you,
Sprawled out on my soft grass,
Talking about life,
And listening too.
But the very most important part of all that,
Is the you.