Is the Grass Always Greener?

A poem about whether someone should be happy with what they have

The grass always looks greener on the other side, the saying goes
But, through an archway, inviting a wanderer
With its visions of sunlight bathing the lush trees,
The flowers illuminated in a golden hue, an ethereal vision.

The shady nooks so enticing,
last refuges of dew on the green carpet stretching out
Temptation, abounds
The view so enticing
the nooks ready for the wanderer to pause and rest awhile
Perhaps more than a while......

Is the grass always greener?
Does it always entice, encourage, and delight?
Or is the magic of the archway weaving its way through the air
coaxing the wanderer to step through?

The sight of such delights,
sparkling dew like diamonds strewn
The blossoms beckon, the wanderer takes a step
Has he looked around? Or is this image too much?

Has it taken his senses from him?
Blinding him to all other beauty
The vision hazy, calling to long-lost memories
Of a wanderer who was more innocent, more trusting.....
More naive.

Another step, nothing more, a simple step, most would think.
An uneasiness deep within gnaws at his thoughts
Is the grass always greener on the other side?
This wanderer should know the answer.

But those diamonds, the heady scent of blossoms
so rich and intoxicating......
The temptation of perhaps sliding off his shoes
to feel the grass tickle his toes, his feet sinking gently into that lush, green carpet.

The gnawing grows. Has he truly seen where he stands.
Or is has he become bewitched by the becoming scene before him?
Framed by that innocent archway?
Is the grass always greener on the other side?