Some kind of Grass (2)

“The grass is always growing, no matter what” Gun Roswell

Some kind of GrassĀ 

Blue on white

Fluffy and cuddly
It appeared suddenly
Onto the roof top
In just on single hop

A grassy thing
But yes it could sing
Despite its appearance
In a colour of silence

Blue was it painted
By nature tainted
But it never faded
Into the background placid