Who can hear the grass talk?Very few, I know;Yet it whispers every day,Sweet and soft and low.And one day I heard it;Shall I tell you when?I lay on the grass to read,And I heard it then.Everything was pleasant;Bright the sun did shine;Dew lay in the flowers’ eyes,Heavy sleep in mine;So I gently shut them;Soon they opened wide;For I heard the grasses talkFast on every side!This is what they talked about:“Oh, what pleasant weather!Lift your heads up to the sun,Nod and wave together!“We’re so glad that we are grass,Cool and soft and green;Oh, how sad the earth would lookIf no grass were seen!
Who can hear the grass talk?Very few, I know;Yet it whispers every day,Sweet and soft and low.And one day I heard it;Shall I tell you when?I lay on the grass to read,And I heard it then.Everything was pleasant;Bright the sun did shine;Dew lay in the flowers’ eyes,Heavy sleep in mine;So I gently shut them;Soon they opened wide;For I heard the grasses talkFast on every side!This is what they talked about:“Oh, what pleasant weather!Lift your heads up to the sun,Nod and wave together!“We’re so glad that we are grass,Cool and soft and green;Oh, how sad the earth would lookIf no grass were seen!
Who can hear the grass talk?Very few, I know;Yet it whispers every day,Sweet and soft and low.
Who can hear the grass talk?
Very few, I know;
Yet it whispers every day,
Sweet and soft and low.
And one day I heard it;Shall I tell you when?I lay on the grass to read,And I heard it then.
And one day I heard it;
Shall I tell you when?
I lay on the grass to read,
And I heard it then.
Everything was pleasant;Bright the sun did shine;Dew lay in the flowers’ eyes,Heavy sleep in mine;
Everything was pleasant;
Bright the sun did shine;
Dew lay in the flowers’ eyes,
Heavy sleep in mine;
So I gently shut them;Soon they opened wide;For I heard the grasses talkFast on every side!
So I gently shut them;
Soon they opened wide;
For I heard the grasses talk
Fast on every side!
This is what they talked about:“Oh, what pleasant weather!Lift your heads up to the sun,Nod and wave together!
This is what they talked about:
“Oh, what pleasant weather!
Lift your heads up to the sun,
Nod and wave together!
“We’re so glad that we are grass,Cool and soft and green;Oh, how sad the earth would lookIf no grass were seen!
“We’re so glad that we are grass,
Cool and soft and green;
Oh, how sad the earth would look
If no grass were seen!
little girl reading books in grass
“And we love the summer warm,But, oh, dear! oh, dear!What will little grasses doWhen winter cold is here?“How the wind will whistleRound about our heads!Oh it’s very hard to haveNo covers on our beds!”Then the wise red-rose bushTall, and rough and old,Shook his head, and kindly said,“You will not be cold,“For God sends a blanket warmFor every blade of grass,Soft and light, and white as wool;Not a blade He’ll pass!”“What’s the blanket made of?Quick! we want to know!”“Why, my dears,” the rose-bush said,“God’s blanket is the snow.”J. S.
“And we love the summer warm,But, oh, dear! oh, dear!What will little grasses doWhen winter cold is here?“How the wind will whistleRound about our heads!Oh it’s very hard to haveNo covers on our beds!”Then the wise red-rose bushTall, and rough and old,Shook his head, and kindly said,“You will not be cold,“For God sends a blanket warmFor every blade of grass,Soft and light, and white as wool;Not a blade He’ll pass!”“What’s the blanket made of?Quick! we want to know!”“Why, my dears,” the rose-bush said,“God’s blanket is the snow.”J. S.
“And we love the summer warm,But, oh, dear! oh, dear!What will little grasses doWhen winter cold is here?
“And we love the summer warm,
But, oh, dear! oh, dear!
What will little grasses do
When winter cold is here?
“How the wind will whistleRound about our heads!Oh it’s very hard to haveNo covers on our beds!”
“How the wind will whistle
Round about our heads!
Oh it’s very hard to have
No covers on our beds!”
Then the wise red-rose bushTall, and rough and old,Shook his head, and kindly said,“You will not be cold,
Then the wise red-rose bush
Tall, and rough and old,
Shook his head, and kindly said,
“You will not be cold,
“For God sends a blanket warmFor every blade of grass,Soft and light, and white as wool;Not a blade He’ll pass!”
“For God sends a blanket warm
For every blade of grass,
Soft and light, and white as wool;
Not a blade He’ll pass!”
“What’s the blanket made of?Quick! we want to know!”“Why, my dears,” the rose-bush said,“God’s blanket is the snow.”J. S.
“What’s the blanket made of?
Quick! we want to know!”
“Why, my dears,” the rose-bush said,
“God’s blanket is the snow.”
J. S.