Frost on the grass <br />before the sun makes it fade <br />it shines like glass <br />on every blade <br />by night the grass it shrouds <br />by day <br />it returns to the clouds <br />the frost the visitor the grass the host <br />of this union <br />which gains the most <br />the grass nourishes on the frost <br />and flourishes at what cost <br />what does the frost get from the grass <br />surely more than a bed to rest its mass<br /><br />ERNEST CLARY<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/frost-on-the-grass/
