Mar 2019
Underneath
The tall thin blades
Lived a man
He rejoiced
When spring was
And all the children came out to play
He weeped
When the grass died
And all life withered away
The tall thin blades
Lived a man
He rejoiced
When spring was
And all the children came out to play
He weeped
When the grass died
And all life withered away
I couldn't come up with a name for this poem. I wrote it when I was outside. Such amazing worlds you can come up with!
