Suburban Lawn, a Cradle Song
In the grass, I lay my head,
a pillow soft, a verdant bed,
blades of fingers gently wrap
around my limbs, a loving trap.
Leaves rustle up their lullaby
as buzzing bees go buzzing by
a symphony of sight and sound
out of the grass life lives unbound—
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