Grass and Trees

poem, poems, poetry, writing

The grass and the trees

Dance in the breeze.

The wind upon my face,

A soft caress or

Bone shattering freeze.


Hey! Yo! YOU, Reader!

Do you not feel it too?

My unspoken thought

Has given it to you.

Ink soaked into paper.

Not mother.

Not nature.


I absorb it all.

While I talk, walk, spark,

And while I write prose in the park.


The senses mark the skin

Like a child’s picture thought,

Scribbled in coloured chalk,

Blanketing the sidewalk.


Life’s not what it seems.

The sun’s ray,

The birds wheeling,

Rain on summer tar-

Steams and steams and steams.


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