The Grass Isnt Greener The grass is always greener on the other side, she told herself as she clutched the rotting and broken shrubs of her lawn. But when she snuck into her neighbors yard, in hopes of taking for herself a few strands of luscious lawn she was shocked to discover that the grass she had admired and even lusted over had been fake. She sat there in her neighbor's false perfection and total lies. She held onto the greenery, and though it was a beautiful shade of emerald, it felt barren and #lifeless in her hands. She walked backed to her dead, dying yard, and recounted the memories that took place on the broken grass. Childhood games and graduation parties, running through the lawn with her golden retriever, and years later burying him. She looked over to her neighbors lawn and watched as they carefully walked around the lawn, as to not destroy it. She was grateful for her browning, dying lawn.