"Blue-Grass"

For many years, I’ve lived

And died again

Consistent with the endless 

Cycle of seasons

Spring breathes life into me

Winter takes it away—

Over and over again

Many see it as a burden

Waiting for the sun to return 

With the sun, the birds,

The dew, the heat

I am more than 

meets the eye

A home to many

A sanctuary for all