The Grassless Grasshopper! Poetry & Photography
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.
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Love this!😍
Hahaha! You must be a grasshopper. 😂
🤣 No, I would be a butterfly🙃
Nailed it with the poetry, I don't recall you doing anything like this before. Bless up, love it!
You know once in awhile I do a ting. It's like suddenly I remember "hey , I wrote poetry" 😂
And just like that, you wrote the lyrics to a hit single.
I can already see people "doing the grasshopper".