I wander down to the stream
Turned pastel in dawns light
The light shines through the trees
Magnified by their leaves
As acorns turn
Like the trees in fall
From green to brown
The moss grows on rocks
Mushrooms spring up
Their tiny heads the size of a child's finger
The grass grows along it's banks
Long stalks of glistening life
Feeding the doe as she wanders close
I pick a blade
Feet bared in the stream
Serrated hairs on the blade
Bury themselves in my finger
I surrender to the imperfection
That digs into me like a thorn
And spend the whole day
Ridding it of it's flaws
Making the grass smooth
Beautiful
Whole
Perfect
If only to do this
Were as easy in real life
Jan 11, 2013
Jan 11, 2013 at 1:46 AM UTC
I wander down to the stream
Turned pastel in dawns light
The light shines through the trees
Magnified by their leaves
As acorns turn
Like the trees in fall
From green to brown
The moss grows on rocks
Mushrooms spring up
Their tiny heads the size of a child's finger
The grass grows along it's banks
Long stalks of glistening life
Feeding the doe as she wanders close
I pick a blade
Feet bared in the stream
Serrated hairs on the blade
Bury themselves in my finger
I surrender to the imperfection
That digs into me like a thorn
And spend the whole day
Ridding it of it's flaws
Making the grass smooth
Beautiful
Whole
Perfect
If only to do this
Were as easy in real life
