Showers on Grass

 

When showers fall on grass

there's a word for it,

I forget what it is,

not important, interesting,

but the world still spins.

 

When butterflies emerge there's

a word for it, patho...something or other,

polysyllabic, something else which I forget.

A good word, perhaps important,

and of interest to some.

 

When a stranger smiles passing by,

there should be a word for it,

courtesy, friendliness, none of them are

quite right, the old 'g'day' isn't bad but

still inadequate.

 

When the moon calls and you

love your magic moment,

that's a forever word, or more than word,

a timeless vortex, love ain't it?

 

When the world goes mad and

hate struts like a manic idiot,

when the indescribably despicable

swat truth, ignore love, kill without remorse,

what is left to us?

 

We can

treasure the rainbow and

hope.