The Lonely Playing Turf Gazed At Joy
In The Face Of The Toddller,
Glowing,Like An Ember In Emerald.
Whispering, The Grass, Ever, In Monotone,
Longed To Sway With The Warm Breeze.
The Lonesome Turf, She Yearned To Join In The Fun,
Oblivious Of The Pretty, Triangular Shape Of The Rain.