We are the grass

We are the grass that grows
And smiles at the naked sun;
Subject to the wind that blows,
And leaves this world but none.

We smile for every radiant dawn
And cause the gloom of rain
But happiness does lie upon
The sentimentality of pain.

Stars envy the growing grass
Their world, their joy and grief
And how life comes only to pass
Making beauty timeless, not cease.

And when the twilight comes
To light everything that is real
The sound of reality drums
And we feel all there is to feel.