The grass run dry like Sahara sands.
so I man have to seek higher grounds and have couple rounds.
but the well run dry and mi nearly start cry.
My culture my religion to have faith in the Gideon.
I used to escape by myself where I found a world of wealth.
but any day now the lawn mower could cut it down.
I guess they wait till more grasshoppers are around,
so for now, they let it grow.
Tempted to taste the morning dew.
for now I am hopper. Hopping to find new opportunities in this new world,
hoping one day it will lead to a grassland of my own,
a peaceful place where I can feel in my zone.