Soft grass.

           Soft grass.

Below foot, my sense

restored to mother,

earth of mine, once loved

forgotten how I'd, tested time.

Fallen into slumber deep,

hopes of wildness yet to keep,

BUT.....

then well it's fine,

to sense the lustre of the

grass upon my,

skin, breathed in,

breathed out, breathed more,

breathed more for center,

a late becoming, so green

this mentor, this soft

green carpet of my longing...