Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.
The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
*'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'*
*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
o
n
s
u
m
e
me?*
Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 3:10 PM UTC
Walking in the garden,
I stepped onto the grass
Barefoot,
And revelled in the tingles
On the soles of my feet
That made me smile.
The grass was wet.
Absently, I sat myself down
And felt the grass in my hands...
'The grass is wet,' I thought,
*'It feels nice, cool and peaceful,
But water doesn't catch fire...'*
*Can the fire inside me burn in serenity?
Or will it burn out my peace
And c
o
n
s
u
m
e
me?*
