Where the Grass is Greener

A fence surrounds the meadow where I dwell.
At times my gaze strays to the grass beyond
To where a brighter green casts forth its spell
With sweet perfumes to tempt me to respond.

Do I dare seek delight beyond my fence,
Beyond the paths I’ve worn to fit my feet,
Beyond the groves of joy that grew so dense,
Beyond my fruit that thrives in balmy heat?

I heed no promises of paradise
But measure my home field's fertility.
No vague green glimpse could possibly entice
If seeds I've sown at home still nurture me.

No mere illusion will lead me astray,
But parched and barren soil could drive me away.