Grass

Grass is always greener on the other side, 

What you see is not what it hides

The water and the soil may have been a factor

Yet I assure you that distance is what makes it shine

When you will reach the edge of it’s beginning

That’s when your jealously will hault in a jolt and you will realise how little you know

What’s wild and free will never be tamed but grass has many kinds

Some are blessed to be in the same field, some are shifted from while to while, a few die and come up every new season, some never recover from its up time.

No man or land makes that choice, its the grass that survives surves the best! 

Fighting hard just to look green till the very end.