I lay here on my lawn below the sunrise.
That's known for the comfort warmth,
it grants my spirit.

I release my hate into an unknown atmosphere,
as the pollution eats it away.
While my body relaxes to the,
dancing grass; that tickles my soft skin.

The smell of my grandfather garden,
shows each breath honesty.
Breathing out the paranoid headaches,
and inhaling the victory of self respect.

I listen to the silence of the trees,
sending peace into the
wonders of my mind.

Allowing me to relinquish any control,
and still feel as one with myself.