The Grass is Greener

They often told me, ‘the grass is not greener on the other side, so struggle and sow to make your fortune here.’

I did not believe them. For our grass colored yellow under the sun, with its golden flakes quivered like flames under the summer sun, with its heat could burn the eyes from a single glance, no need for a spark there.

So I questioned, and I struggled.

And as time went by, my questions wavered for all I saw was the yellow of our grass, never the green. But I struggled all the same, for it is in sowing shall our fortune be made.

And one day, I woke in a field of green, where the wind blew with the sound of the sirens, and the sun kissed one’s mind with a maiden’s touch.

As I stood there, still struggling, an old question came to mind, is the grass really greener on the other side?

The answer sent a black pit into my stomach, so I chose to say, this is not grass, for it is too green and my grass is yellow, it could not get any greener than what it is.

And I struggled some more, for even if I am in a field of not-grass green, I still need to sow for my fortune to be made.