Greener

"The grass in not, in fact, greener on the other side of the fence. Fences have nothing to do with it. The grass is greenest where it is watered. Roberts Fulghum

Sod lies beneath
Tender feet
Weary travels underfoot
With other side in grasp
So lush
So original
Enriched from decay
Irrigated by waters unknown
Inviting rolling seas
Of emerald green
Soft to the touch
Swaying with every breeze
And every breath
As if dancing
To the tune inside
Deepest heart
And brightest soul
Pleasure in pastured form
Scent so sweet
Intoxicating every bone
Weaving into every fiber
Entwined
Climbing in like ivy
Range becomes irrelevant
The draw has taken root
But what waters it
Or trims it clean
What makes
A garden grow
While others fallow
What illusions are created
In our heads
Or our hearts
Shadowing the soil
Denying the light
Stagnation by apathy
Starving the flowers
Letting others thirst
For their own slice
Of greener pastures
Be they under feet
Or over the next fence