Grass
I missed you while you were away,
sleeping beneath the snow.
Now I run barefoot through your blades,
grateful winter let you go.
You sway so soft in springtime's breeze,
green stains blooming on my knees.
Your scent, fresh-cut, slows down the day,
reminding me to lose the race.
And after rain, you rise again--
a quiet breath that whispers:
live.
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