one
Seeds of grass.
In silence
On the land under the big tree
wait for
Whitney Houston
two
Spring is coming, spring is coming.
It spits out new ones.
Green shoots
So strong and lush
But no one pays attention.
three
summer
it
In silence
Grow under a big tree
People who come to enjoy the cool under the big tree.
Tread wantonly
Children who are not sensible are up there.
Run back and forth, frolic
But no one pays attention.
four
Autumn is coming.
The grass is yellow.
it
In silence
Die under a big tree
look
The grass is dead
Without these grasses,
In summer, my family's
The head of a naughty little grandson
I don't know how many times it was broken.
Write beautiful poems, follow the waves and return with them.