Grass

May I lay upon your essence fresh.
With morning dew as the Sun slowly rises,
In bluing skies.

May I,
Grass...
Just lay with my back on you.
To feel your hold,
Lush to the touch.

So green against my skin.
Feeling a new day,
Beginning.
And welcoming it,
Happy and grinning.

poem by Lawrence S. PertillarReport problemRelated quotes
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