A blanket of great green grass
Fills the child inside with love,
Wishing for a wish to be granted
Under soft smooth skies
Of baby blue and jet streams of white,
Hoping to fly away with the air currents
And be blown away by soft soothing sayings
Said under shade of passing by drifters so high;
Our heads can barely fathom
Our hands can hardly touch
Our eyes can barely see
Our hearts can hardly feel
Just from lying over blankets of green grass now blue