Poem about Cutting the Grass

I don't normally write poems but I feel inspired having just contemplated nature.

Today I looked out of my window and noticed the grass
The grass is very long and needs to be cut
I don't like having to cut the grass
yet it grows despite my displeasure
Whether it grows in ignorance or defiance it continues to grow
Some say ignorance
Some say defiance
Others say both
Ignorant defiance?
Or defiant ignorance?
I must seek clarification
I thought about cutting the grass
I tried ignoring it
but it is there at the corner of my eye
I thought about scheduling it for a free day
I don't have any free days
In the end I did the only thing a sensible person could do
I closed the curtains