We Leave Only to Return

If the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence, then isn't the grass also greener on THIS side of the fence?? The grass must be just as green everywhere. Yes it is. Despite my being red-green color blind, I am staring down at the grass I'm standing on and it's getting greener all the time. This year I will sit and stare at the green grass beneath me. I will appreciate all the shades of green that I see. Heck, I might even see some red...

This is a beautiful pasture, much like the many other beautiful pastures out there. I've done enough frolicking to know that my ambitions lie right here. I will make THIS green grass grow, lush and soft. And when you come lie down with me we'll stare up at the sky, where it's not about green, but blue and white, and sometimes roygbiv, when the sun breaks through the rain. And in the evening when the setting sun lights up the smog, or clear days where the far off mountains saturate the horizon with dark hues...and on cloudy nights when the brilliant moon lights a new scene, and I am confused as ever because it's all just too colorful for me. But the grass was so lush and soft that I forgot about the grass at all, and was just living for once.

Everything is here
Every time is now
Every one is you, and me.

But man, look out the freakin' window! It's raining horizontally and all I see is gray...hope that damn grass is growing!