Newly Cut Grass

Newly cut grass, glistening with dew Lawnmower a-purring, blades a whirring Of an early Spring morning, fond memories of you ... Slicing through tufts of verdure, my senses a-stirring ~ Green piles, scented hills: fresh, alluring Breathe in the air deeply, hold it a spell Spring's mint fragrance, a billowing sail Ahhhh! that invigorating fresh-cut grass smell … Stretch your arms outward, upward, your held breath exhale ~ Sing to the world-- redolent, your tale