The grass in my front yard

So very sweet,
So fresh and green,
Sits in my yard,
Full now and lean.

So juicy and wet,
When the dew falls down,
My wonderful world,
Has a sparkling crown.

Sometimes it's Yellow,
Beige or Brown,
A straw filled yard,
A pasture like ground.

I pretend my grass is a meadow,
That's until the winter comes,
Then it's very snowy and white,
I must sit inside then and eat fresh plumbs.

I like to sit there in the spring though,
Watch the flowers in the garden,
You see I think this is where nature sees,
The perfect place to pardon.

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