What Was It Again?

the grass grows and parking spots
the wind blows and buzzing bees
rain falls like discounts
and dirt gets muddy like waters
put into brown paper bags
we buy earth
we bought it because
appreciate or applause
so simple like choice
so complex until chosen
the need or the greed
the speed is disposable
mounting like litter and debts
dug up like diamonds
into rings to get divorced
what was it again?
we forget the essence