While old man winter was in his prime, the grass remained beautiful and lush, as if it had thrived upon rain-kissed, tropical island soil. Many months came and went and the years followed, yet the grass always prevailed. While captured in it's seemingly flawless and eternal order, the grass was always alluring and seductively virescent.
Overthrown by curiosity, my attentive nature eventually became victorious. With caution, I carefully crossed the threshold and quickly found myself amidst the much greener grass. However, it was at that very moment when a crippling, gut-wrenching feeling consumed me, as I found it extremely difficult to grasp the abysmal realization that turning back was no longer an option.
I then realized that the much greener grass had undoubtedly proven to be just that. It truly was much greener. Nevertheless, following a very swift, logical evaluation, I finally realized precisely why this grass was much greener. With feelings of disappointment and disgust upon me, I somehow managed to find humor in what had just taken place. As I slightly chuckled underneath my breath, I muttered to myself, "this grass isn't real, it's turf." Lol!!!
~~Steven J Carr
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