Pa’s Green Grass Chair
The God of life grew the grass. Every blade.
He grew the plants all around
He made places for us to sit
In the quiet
Soft grass in between our toes
Smooth rocks with great grooves
Branches spread to rest
To remember why we are here and all the praise to God we will send.
The flowers and petals reach for the sun above.
The roots reach below for water
Together they don’t just create life, but harmony.
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