Ode to Moss

This is a simple ode about the moss in my backyard. ( For complete background information, look under the "Poetry" page on the side). I hope you enjoy it.

Ode to Moss

Out by the edge

of the trees

the sun rarely shines.

The dim glow

of mellow green reflects

the fragrant lilac

bushes above. The tiny

tendrils of grass, supple

under the toes

Of those who tread

upon the sacred spot,

unite in a spongy

mass.

Willow trees bow down

to its softness-

like the belly

of a kitten

after a long-day’s nap.

The spongy bed

waits for the sun

enjoying the stillness

of a gentle breeze.

Moss thrives

in the cool shadows of the

moon.