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The spring of summer grass

Buoyant
beneath my feet

Lightens life's imparted
burdens

Free of pathway crowd and
street

Undulating hillsides

Tractor
divots gently scar

No angular high-rise
boxes

To limit visions of
afar

Gentle breezes carry
perfume

Of fresh and pure accent

No
pollution green house gasses

From noisy engines
spent

Shrills and shrieks of frantic
birds

Some nesting some in
flight

No beeps from horns

No
mobile phones

No shouting through the
night

If these walls should sink around
me

Descending into chasm
unforeseen

Then I shall sleep my restful
hours

Among these countless shades of
green

Under moon and stars I'll
live

Upon a makeshift grassy
bed

You can keep your concrete
boxes

I want freedom for my
head

Horizons stay my walls

Ever
changing ever true

Dawn to light my
days

Night to stem the blue

Fires
flame to warm and soothe

Earth to insulate my
sleep

In fields of green

I'll rest
my dream

In natures arms to
keep

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