The Prince and The Grass

There, was him, sitting
With the bright smiling eyes
And his soft curly golden hair
The grass tingling his tiny fluffly feet
Embrassing him, like he is one of them, own
Tickling his tiny little round toes
As if he is a marvelous toy
Left on their shoulders, for grass's joy
His lips stretched with a smile
And his chuby chicks rounded up
The little prince sorounded by his belonging; the whole creation
"I am singing for the grass" he said, "I am singing for the grass"
His head following me and his smiling eyes
The curly golden hair moving in the breeze
The smiling eyes
The tiny little toes
Left on the grass
To admire him.