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The cool grass begs me
to lay upon it.
It sings calling of
gentle lucious hugs
and offered rest and respite.
I walk towards the dancing blades
moving to the harmonies
of the wind
quietly fluting through
the cloistered carpet of release.
blades and flower heads
softly bowing and lifting
each step along with my spirits
releasing the nagging whispers
evaporating lie dew in the sun.
As I walk to a shady tree
arms streched out to greet me
sweet flowers bow thier heads
in honor of my approaching.
The warm wind wraps my waist
pulling me closer escorting me
with a procession of leaves
that flutter up cheering and dancing
and hailing with exitement at my arrival.
I look to the cool shady mound
and as I round the hill and the tree,
I see another procession kicking up
and announcing a presentation and in
a glimpse the mottled bark
of the glorious tree,
an inkling of a haphazzard,
familiar movement ,
my heart fluttered,
lazily you rise and
warmly smile to greet me
I am more welcomed than home.
the dazzling golden warmth in your eyes
hold me as I sink to the ground enveloped by
the cool grass and warm winds.
you reach your hand out
I move to take the invitation,
an eternity in the making
as you hand me the brief
and say get this in by Friday
and return to our desks
as reality checks in...