The Grass is Greener

The grass is always greener

Wherever I am not

Even when I build a bridge

It’s suddenly greener in the other spot

It used to make me whine

With a sneer upon my lips

How I’d leave to see the sun

And always end up seeing an eclipse

When I saw the frowns on the other side

I thought it might’ve been a mirror

Their grass looked so much greener

Yet they held my land much dearer

My grass looks much more yellow

But now I see it’s from the flowers—

Buttercups and daffodils

Blooming yellow at all hours

Why see the sun

Which blinds you in the eyes

When you could see an eclipse

Like a soft halo in the skies

The grass may be green

But it’s the daffodils I treasure

The cheery yellow petals

“Green” beyond measure