Hills of Grass


The grass is greener there
over the hill
where
I would wish to be
The sun is brighter there
The sky more
fair
and the wind more
free
I lifted my head and ran
swiftly to find
one
who would come with me
We stood midst waving grass
over the hill
where
we thought the pain would pass
but it was an illusion
a self delusion
bitter for me
My green green grass