In the grass you lie and hear
everything twice as loud and double size as I do

in the grass you wait
patiently with your arms embracing your knees
and raveling stories in your head

in the trees you see much more
than any one of us could
and for hours you are not cold
as even the old ones leave for home now;

you sit -
and you sit in the grass
and remember god knows what
and i won't call you odd

for some day, i am sure, you'll outwit us all.