New Feature-Original Poetry

What the Grass Knows

If jade hued blades
of sun-torn grass
could speak to your deaf human ears,

What would they tell
of their indigo nights
spent under frost-bitten stars

They would tell the animals there
you and me
the rabbits and deer

The sunsets they saw
with the sky spread like blood
with night coming to clean it away

If you and I walked there
and were very quiet
and laid our heads onto the grass

We could hear tales
oh, ancient tales
of what the grass heard last night.