Do not disturb
says the grass green sign
sprouting from blades
of a similar color,
tiny grass is dreaming
And if you peer closely,
squint a bit, you might
see tiny eyelids closed
on those leaves of grass,
infinitesimal lashes
fluttering in sleep,
growing as they rest,
babies not ready for
the weight of feet,
so for now, shhhhh!
Keep off, please—
tiny grass dreaming
mini dreams, growing
big and strong for
your soles to one day
walk upon.
Güd wrtr 
That sign is amazing! I love it! And the ending to your poem is perfect.
Thank you,
Amrita
What a find!! The sign AND the poem!! xoxo
Sweet and tender.