Suburban Lawn, a Cradle Song
In the grass, I lay my head,
A pillow soft, a verdant bed,
The blades, like fingers, gently wrap,
Around my limbs, a loving trap.
the rustling leaves as a lullaby as buzzing bees go buzzing by a symphony of sight and sound out of the grass life lives unbound
Copyright © Jaymee Thomas | Year Posted 2023
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