Grass (yet another music hint in itself)

I feel like I'm not very close to the grass anymore. In childhood, I was always outside, in the dirt, around nature. Anymore, it seems that the grass is merely a pedestal for me to jump from place to place. I'm too busy for it anymore. It's not as interesting as it used to be when childhood imagination was all I had. Does anyone feel this struggle with me? Maybe I was just the crazy girl that played with grass. But I just remember staring at it hours on end. Enough analyzing for now. Running sounds good. Adios!