Always Greener

Photo by Johannes Plenio on Unsplash

 

On the other side of me and now
verdant pastures sweep up to the sky
greener than the new spring boughs.
I count each grass blade with a sigh,
for the hills over yonder I am sure,
are lusher than these I sojourn by;
and they gleam emerald with allure.
If I had choice, to them I’d swiftly fly!
And yet something whispers, Stay
the grasses there have much to belie
and the meadows near are not so gray.
And when I cast my eyes about I see
green aplenty on all sides of me.