Consider now a bunch of grapes. It is an object from my mind intended to persuade you that “gra” suggests liberal helping. It's guesswork, a surmise. I'll look it up later.
“Gra” means plenitude, extra, bonus. The way gravel repeats itself beneath your tires. How a Grandma is a bonus ma, and gratuity something given on top of. Consider the exuberant teeming of grass, the gravy that the rest is, the way grammar lends a finishing touch to words. Think of grace, which isn’t necessary, but nice, and weigh how even the minute gram is an increase On nothing.
But let’s get back to those grasses. Didn’t their duplicative spans summon the word “field” from us? Don’t they mirror in multitudisnousness the rain they derive from, saluting the sun, their source, even against the steady draw of gravity— which directs without flaw the path of every drop?
I looked it up. From Gaelic Irish, gradh: Love; from the Latin, gratus: Pleasing, beloved, dear. It doesn't even smart, being wrong in all this abundance.
It’s most definitely a poem and a great one.
It’s a great poetic study of the Gra sound or collection of letters.. make it a poem and be done with it unless more comes to mind- but then that’s your brilliant mind. More always comes! Love that!