There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
Horizon
For the ant
the horizon
lies in the grass.
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.
For the ant
the horizon
lies in the grass.
