The Shadowed Thoughts of Silas McBane #5: The Green Grass of Bitter Winter

That spot of grass over there
It stays green, even in coldest winter
Could it choose to fight, to live?
Does it differ so from other grasses?
It's so cold
It's so dark
Day after bitter day
You live
You thrive
You survive
I say a prayer of thanks to the universe
For artificial turf

 

                                  -Silas McBane