Lay On the Grass
I ought to lie on the lawn and rest my head.
I feel revitalized as the cold breeze spread.
Watch for wildlife, but follow your nose.
Relish the lush vegetation or a budding rose.
I wish I had my toys out to savor the grass.
Be respectful, and don't be crass.
Engage with people of every walk and class.
Anyone can be a side of the upper brass.
Sustain your feet grounded,
continue to survive, and be surrounded.
The effects of loneliness can kill.
It does not allow you to develop your skill.
Grass has complete control over its time.
Throughout the day, swaying with sublime
Weep for the frame of a divided landscape.
Buds extend their arms across vacant shapes.
With seeds and bees, sprout a grassland.
A flower and buzzing bees form a band.
You will be able to survive the cool breeze.
Petals of living buds are still on the trees.
I have spread out my quilt on the lawn,
in the shade of a scenic willow tree.
Admiring its slender, green leaves at dawn.
Draws down on me and the soil around me.
Love will blossom as a tender seed,
even if the earth is tainted with weed.
Love will proceed until it finds a home.
In one's inner depths, akin to bliss foam.
Written: March 19, 2023
In The Grass Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Anthony Biaanco
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