i am the grass and i feel everythng

i am the grass, sitting here passively in different shades of friendly green  
i look up to the sky as that is the only view above my eyes
and i question how is my birds eye view fair  
maybe i want to turn sideways, take in a different view
 
i grow from the soil and i shoot upwards
sometimes my surface takes footstep of someone elses shoe
and i realise i'm here for a purpose, nature in the colour green  
i thrive in the spring and dry out in the strong summers sun
when it rains i'm happily hydrated
 
passive, strands of hair live amongst me
i am a green matt living on a solid ground
sadly and unfortunately , i too can take a battering
when the lawn mower comes to strike me down  
taking segments of my grown self away from me
until i extend my length again , growing back in time  
 
i have a haircut from a hairdresser  
the pair of scissors cuts me down
their opinion is i'm too long and unruly
but what about me? maybe just maybe i like it this way?
 
when winter arrives i  tend to freeze unhappily, strands fed up  
in spring i breathe freely with a warm soft breeze floating freely through me
when summer arrives i am warmed from up above
although sometimes it's simply too hot and i ask for a break in heat  
 
i'm just thinking to myself, maybe i am like a person  
sitting outside exposed to the elements, no suntan cream , no hat, or sunglasses  
umbrella is where when the rain tries to drench my skin?
a person standing, no cover in a thunderstorm  
exposed to the elements
 
sometimes i do not mind  
when the rain quenches my thirst, or the breeze whistles softly through me  
the extremes i can't stand, overwhelming me  
unable to gain cover when needed, i simply stand and feel everything