Withering Blades of Grass
We loved our lawn
But now it's gone
Turned to withering blades of grass
Frying in the sun
Water no longer allowed to run
Nothing left but scorched brown lawn
Died a horrible death
Took it's last breath
Never to be green again
The little children play on rocks and cactus
Never to know the lush feel of grasses
Thanks a lot Conservation Police