The Grass, It May Be Greener

Upon great reflection and inspection

Of each and every blade

The grass, it may be greener

But it is not my favorite shade

And the lawn it may be bigger

But it is not my favorite size

And the skies they might be bluer

But they are not my favorite skies

And the flowers might grow taller

But they are not my favorite height

And the sun it might glow brighter

But it is not my favorite light

And the weather might be warmer

But it is not my favorite heat

And there may be less traffic

But it is not my favorite street

And the wind it might blow softer

But it is not my favorite breeze

The autumn colors may be grand

But they are not my favorite leaves

And the sands they might be finer

But they are not my favorite grains

And the spring showers might be gentler

But they are not my favorite rains

Though they go to greener pastures

They are not my favorite hue

If they long for other places

It’s something I don’t do

You could have gone so far,

Why is it that you stayed?

The grass, it may be greener

But it is not my favorite shade.