Grass

This is a self-composed poem that I wish to dedicate specifically to my dearie June:

Grass

There you stand still
Amongst the vast expanse of marsh
The wind continues to blow
Across the green turf
Its cool breeze in a rush

Here your faith tills
Never a moment did you waiver
Every inch of your Faith
Tells the character of
My most beloved lover

Thou art like a soft blade
Glossy with oozing dew
Precious as fine jade
Your countenance will always remain
A fixture of joy in my memories

You grow under the blanket
Of the perfect mighty One
I water you with adore
Every moment in the sun
The most precious blade of grass