The grass is tall
And blows in the wind
Making waves against the sky
As the air whistles through its leaves

Greens blend into shades of color
Marking the times of the day
Like a sundial
Dividing the hours

Dandelions sprouting
Their thistle flowers fragmenting
As the breeze transports their seeds
Over the grass

The day dawns
And dew waters the blades of grass
Transfusing it with new life
And new hope for another day

7/30/19

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