WHISPER OF GRASS

Leaves of trees
Rustle a whisper
Towards the haughty
Look of pinion grass
Syawing to measure
The length of height
To which tree grows
Its tanned branches

What tiny strength
The grass reaps
Many bold trees
Float the dust
In storm so strong
Lapped with envy
Sheds autumn leaves
To join the party
In whisper of grass