I Am The Grass From Which Everything Grows by Noelle Brody

I Am The Grass From Which Everything Grows

They tell me that I will reap what I sow

All of my tears fall like seeds to the ground

I am the grass from which everything grows

The adage reads: as above, so below

We reach out our hands, and spin the world round

They tell me that I will reap what I sow

As part of time’s ocean, I ebb and I flow

All that’s inside me must float or must drown

I am the grass from which everything grows

Nothing leaves early, and nothing’s too slow

Still, like a weight, to my heart, you are bound

They tell me that I will reap what I sow

Honey, I know it was your time to go

But if you need me, just lay yourself down

I am the grass from which everything grows

My bones are one with the leaves and the loam

Lying in wait for what’s lost to be found

They tell me that I will reap what I sow

I am the soil that all roots call home

Plant yourself in me, and new life will crown

I am the grass from which everything grows

And my darling, I know, I know, I know

That what I nourish will, one day, re-sprout

They tell me that I will reap what I sow

I am the grass from which everything grows