I See Your Grass Seems Greener Than Mine

My neighbor's grass is always greener

Over yonder other side

Outperforming whatever scrub I cultivate

My fence acting as a kind of great divide

I'd say that I am jealous

But truth be told I'm not

For I don't spend a ransom on Tru Green

Nor do I spend hours cutting and trimming like a mindless robot

No he can have his greener grass

I'll keep mine the way that it is

Uneven and patchy looking

Flowers here and there along with a variety of mosses

And though he tosses me dirty looks whenever he mows in my direction

I simply look up from my book in calm reflection

Wave lazily with half a smile

Thinking that perhaps it's my grass that looks greener to him