CRITTERS IN GRASS
The wind blows across the grass, The blades rippling with each pass, A field of green, with flowers of color, A mosaic of color in undulating motion, What pleasure in such simple thought, The wind brings life to this field of green, Moisture upon the air, seeds a drifting, Matters not if valley low, or mountain high, The green will ripple with all its charm, From dawn till dawn, as long as wind blows, All in motion, such a dance of life elemental, All haven to critters small and timid, Hear them... Sign in to see full entry.