The tender grass under your feet

Every day you walk in the garden of your heart

and trample the tender grass that grows there

but instead of becoming harder and thornier

the grass becomes softer and tenderer every day that passes

How to explain this miracle

why is the grass discarding its defences instead of building them up

As you endlessly strolled these gardens

you revealed to the grass the true colour of your heart

Underneath your hurt a pool of love hides

and the grass knows the best way to make you sit again

and rest on the lap of your heart

is to provide for you the softest cushion of love you have ever lain upon

with a thousand wildflowers

to compose a melody of rustles in the wind

and embalm the air with their sweetest scents