the grass looks up and says "hello" to my thoughts
and wishes me a nice day
and I say hello right back
to my dear little friends.

Nice to know
someone cares.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
Hmm...I could see this being related to b.a.c. levels which explains why you're talking to grass and maybe feeling lonely. I like it. Simple yet complicated, very open to interpretation.