When we were told of the other grass
It didn't seem so different
Struggling in the wind like the rest of us

When we were told of the other grass
It wasn't strange or fair
Just greener than our own

When we were told of the other grass
We would look up some times
And imagine ourselves gazing back

When we were told of the other grass
Something was sewn and sprouted
A habit from before birth

When we were told of the other grass
We had crossed over
Before we even knew.