Native Grass

The grass grows in thick tufts upon the side of the hill.
It looks down upon campus at all the busy people.
Nature knows nothing of stress besides what she can see from the hillside.
She takes her time to grow and sway with the wind.
Playful is the grass with a happy glow as it switches back and forth.

Some of the grass is native to California but some is carried from far lands.
The native grass, so tall and strong overpowers the rest.
Well adjusted to the California seasons, if one may call them seasons.
Roots of the grass dive deep down into the dry landscape.
Strong stringy stable roots were intended to keep hold for many Springs.
So elegant the grass is as it joins the wind in a synchronized dance.
At the top of the tall stalks sits a bristle point.
I wonder if they were meant as paintbrushes to paint the sunsets in the sky,
It strikes me as odd that a grass could be so dainty and fragile yet it is strong and enduring.

All of the grass appears but to be the same blade when I look from the bottom of the hill.
Yet they shine so bright with their differences while I sit amongst them.
Each type of grass seems to sit in harmony with the rest.
I would have never guessed that some come from far away lands.

The grass seems to be only but a beautiful addition to the hillside.
But to a bird it may be shelter and protection.
And the an insect it may be home.
If only I knew all that the grass did for nature.
For now... I will just appreciate the beauty and calm the grass has brought to my heart.



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