Far on the hill grasses weave in the wind
bending to the whim of some charlatan
All is quiet in the breath of life
Not a cricket, not a butterfly stirs
Rain will come and knock on the earth
that sips the bounty and stirs
sprouts of grass poke through
Far on the hill grasses weave in the wind
Comments
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This is beautiful! You can hear the rustle of soft raindrops in dry grass. Quite lulling.
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Serendipitous,lilting along so..peacefully one visualizes and can hear the grass's sway.A reader can quite easily inhale the airiness in this verse.
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