Green

Greener pastures
Over seeing
All the truth
Of hardship.

Looking at the sun drenched surface
Ignoring the mud
Beneath the leaves of grass
Standing in sand sinking
Looking at a swamp dreaming
It is an oasis
But beneath the exterior
The muddy bog
With hidden crevices
Sinkholes and rodents.

There has to be rocks somewhere
To plant a house
And grow a home.
Drift through the desert, or cross the fence to the swamp,
Either way toil untold awaits
No way around it.

Advice of friends
And family
Will be bridges,
Choice changes outcomes,
Choose with eyes wide open.