There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
Where observation and imagination meet nature in poetry.
There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
Oh my, your earth poetry is lovely.
getting a bit chilly in the UK now as Autumn approaches but it is a lovely thought!
As I am reading this our neighbor is cutting his grass – the smell of fresh cut grass on a cool autumn evening, enjoying a cup of tea and reading your poem is a such a relaxing way to end my day! Blessings!