i walked right out my front door
to learn from natures floor
the dirt the streets and the sidewalk
they say so much yet they don't talk
& what my toes touched last
the blades of grass
taught me how to grow
to let the sun run the show
focus on the shine
& this lovely earth of yours, and mine
my pops told me
long ago
that some folks
just think they know
all about life
its thoughts
its rhymes
its story times
and we cant last
but they are wrong
and i love you
so please come too
as times goes on this world will change
but our love will stay the same
but then one day we will die
and watch our souls will fly
and there will lay our hands are grasped
in the blades of grass
This had rhythm, rhythm, rhythm. And beauty.
ReplyDeleteWho knew that blades of grass could be so poetic.
"Focus on the shine"
ReplyDeleteOk. You got me feelin happy & poetic and such. LUV.