the grass grows wild <br />along the paths unknown <br />they thrive and spread <br />and bloom <br />with no one tilling <br />and caring <br />and cultivating <br />except with nature's sun <br />and rain <br />in some vicissitudes <br />of warmth <br />and cold <br /> <br />how much you my love <br />whom i care so dearly <br />so tenderly and <br />and deeply?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-grass-grows-wild-on-paths-unknown/
