Painting a Path

When grass was long they cut the hay;
short stems sun burnt to brown.
But rain soon lifted grass to green
where blades were trodden down.

And so the path is clear to see;
the field it crosses, faint.
But, just to be quite sure, a brush
restores the path in paint.

© Celia Warren 2020

Many thanks to Admirer for hosting the Silly Saturday challenge.