Fern holding a book.

Grass
by Amy

I'm grass.

At sunrise I am like a jungle to all the bugs.

When I am wet I get many slugs.

In the afternoon I get stepped on

Everyday by a boy named John. 

When rain falls it feels like tears,

But I often see sunshine.

I also see a lot of things that are not mine.

As you can see being grass is not easy!

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