The Other Side

I recognize the healthy hue of neighboring pastures. The world, by in large, is a gorgeous place. Though non more so than that beneath my feet. For this is the only soil bearing my dominion. Therefor it has been under my care that the grass here has achieved it's sheen. Foul or fragrant, how could any other serve me better? Being that that too would come to it's health or hinderance by my hand. I long only to enrich a plot which is mine, rather than covet that which is not.