Swaying to and fro like ballerinas,
we guard the Earth from trash and feet.
We kiss your knees with our dew covered tips,
and cushion your fall when you stumble.
We cut your soft skin like sword blades.
We are the ground beneath your feet,
or the rug under your picnic blanket.
We stand as still as soldiers addressing their commanding officer.
Although we are as thin as paper,
we stand straight and tall.
Our green blood color the knees of your blue jeans.
We whistle in the wind as the cool winter breeze blows.
It chills our chloroplast so much that we freeze.
We shelter many mini mice and bugs,
but sadly we can’t shelter you.