Grass Petals

Grass Petals


I do this every day,
Lying on the grass,
Looking at the sky,
As the clouds go by.

I think about how time,
Goes faster than I can think,
Day after day,
Grass petal after petal,
Until I have a whole hill.

What will happen when the hill ends?
Through the long perched trees,
Or the flowered ends?

Whichever I choose,
I know for a fact,
That some of the petals died,
But some are still there,
And together they build the hill
Of my life.

I do this every day,
Lying on the grass,
Looking at the sky,
As the clouds go by.

And I think,
This is no waste of time.