I stared out over the field of wild grass as it lay before me
Untamed and swaying in the breeze.
I thought about each individual blade slicing the air
Each flower upon its stem
Defiant
Bending…but never breaking
And in that time, seated upon my grassy knoll, I understood
These were my thoughts of you
As numerous and defiant as the grass of the field
As untamed
Running together in a blur and standing in the fore front of my conscious endeavors
Washing over me in a breeze
Bending me… but leaving me unbroken.