Window across the street

I used to open window pans to peep out
what occurred in my street
Who were walking in, through the street;
I closed them, not to let peep.

There was an other window facing
on the other side of the street
On a fine day, my sight went across
and there, my eyes got fixed.

Thence upon, I became keen to wait
when the window pans would open
Kept watching there constantly
as my eyes had got frozen.

A pretty picture across the window
caused my heart to spurt
It became a routine to peep
that always cooled down my heart.

Gradually, the pans began to open
aligned with the same time,
Looked like the pans were controlled
remotely by hands of mine.

Game of simultaneous opening
of the pans went on for a week
Finally, the day came when she knocked
my door, crossing the street.

Butterfly life cycle

Butterfly lays the egg.
Egg grows into larva.
Larva is the caterpillar
that grows into pupa.
But pupa can not fly
so, grows into butterfly.

I am the grasss

I am the grass, for you most neglected thing.
Though I offer my most, for creature's living.
I am available to you for free, as a natural gift.
For cultivation, irrigation, no work you need.
I just drink water, but feed numerous of animals.
In the meadows,  I am passion of your cattle.
they all like my taste grasshoppers to caterpillar
Run for me horses, rabbits, kangaroos and deer.
Rendering services to others, is my prime norm
I be abode for many of the insects and worms
Your feet be safe, so I lay as the carpet for you
and dust doesn't ride your head, I take care too.
I decorate pretty your lawns and the parks.
Having medicinal values, also serve as herbs.
I be there in your sports serving you as turf.
Keep your word green and costume your earth.
I feel my duty to keep clean your atmosphere.
Though you escape yours, to take my care.