Often, when
Lying in the grass and
Staring into the sky
I've thought surely I
Might fall
Right into the blue and
Leave the earth behind.
Just in case
Gravity reverses itself
Remember to
Lace your fingers through
Green blades of grass,
Curl them tightly and
Never let go.
May 4, 2017
May 4, 2017 at 10:05 AM UTC
Often, when
Lying in the grass and
Staring into the sky
I've thought surely I
Might fall
Right into the blue and
Leave the earth behind.
Just in case
Gravity reverses itself
Remember to
Lace your fingers through
Green blades of grass,
Curl them tightly and
Never let go.
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