Grass will grow
If you should take my child Lord Give my hands strength to dig his grave Cover him with earth God send a little rain For grass will grow If my house should burn down So that ashes sting my nostrils Making my eyes weak Then Lord send a little rain For grass will grow But Lord do not send me madness I ask for tears Do not send me moon hard madness To lodge snug in my skull I would you send me hordes of horses Galloping, Crushing But do not break the yoke of the moon on me Jonathan Kariagu Lord,I hope this day is good..🎶look up that song. I woke up feeling pumped up with the energy that emits motivation. Then I thought,why not share it here. So here we go. This poem does it all the time when no good is coming my way. The main aim of this writ is expression. I don't intend to forcefully make it your favourite but I sincerely hope it gives you a sigh moment. I live in the countryside where grass is a carpet,natural and normal. We see grass,different types all rou...