Fistful of Grass

I hold onto mother nature with a fistful of grass,

The soft blades tickle my palms as I thrust them away,

Letting them float away on the tides of mother nature breath,

As the wind catches their wings and lofts them away

Into the endless void of Earth's atmosphere.

Each loop each blade of grass,

Engraves a portrait onto the wind's canvas,

A meaningless flutter paints the colors of the world,

And as that breath of wind carries the grass beyond my sight,

Those airborne brushes will share the beauties with the world,

All because of one toss.