Open Letter to that Grass Over There

Dear Grass,

I see you over there. On the other side of the fence. Looking so tempting.

You look so green. In fact, many days you look greener than the grass on this side of the fence. It looks lovely over there.

I often find my mind wandering toward what it must be like over there. So green. Everything seems brighter on the other side of that fence.

But surely it's not. You see, I have jumped over the fence before. Same ol' grass. Sometimes you get stuck on the other side. And then, lo and behold, the grass starts to look greener on your old side.

Nowadays, I am trying to not even look at you. It's tempting, mind you. That grass seems quite lush. You could spread out a blanket, lie down, and stare at the blue sky for hours over there.

But that's just silly talk. The sky is wonderfully blue over here. The sun shines most every day. Sure, there are some weeds, but weeds are everywhere. And there are some rocky spots, but there are rocks everywhere, too.

So, grass, you just keep on hanging out over there on that other side of the fence. I'll stay here. I like my side of the fence. At least today I do.

Sincerely,

- Sam