The sun is shining and in this field it's warm
But then I think of your eyes
How they were brown like dirt
And suddenly I'm thankful for the heated grass I'm lying on
It shields me from the regret
Of dirt brown eyes and hands fluid like water
Those hands were the unbecoming of me
But then again I can't blame you completely
I was the one who looked down at the dirt and saw you
Instead of staring at the sun ahead of me
I have healed though
I'm surrounded by green grass and enveloped in the sun
Perfect conditions for growth