I'd get fined if I let my grass grow.

Grass doesn't grow on a busy street

I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers, 'Grow, grow.'

The grass may be greener but make sure you do not end up as fodder!

Let them be as the grass upon the housetops, which withereth afore it groweth up: / Wherewith the mower filleth not his hand; nor he that bindeth sheaves his bosom.