Green green grass of home
was a greenhouse that I sold
for sake of broken glass and stones that stayed whole
a pebbled path to what was lost, turned into a main road
for fast cars with high beams that highlight the cold
so huddle for warmth to find only me I could hold
with clouded skies that gift the rain to feel less alone
and a lullaby like thunder to soothe the mind of its woes
to wake to tomorrow and see what I'm told
for one day it will be a garden to rest my weary soul
with birds and trees, bees and flowers and honey like gold
in my damp and loud, green green grass of home.