A wave of water chestnuts,
A sea of moving green
Gentle ripples,
This is a different kind
Of ocean
There are no boats
For these waters
Sunrise paints
The world,
Pale green and dusty
These are the soft hours
Mists rising
From grasslands
Gentle meadows
It smells like
Grass clippings,
Bright and green
And growing
These are the sunrises
Near the sea glass
Beaches
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 3:37 AM UTC
A wave of water chestnuts,
A sea of moving green
Gentle ripples,
This is a different kind
Of ocean
There are no boats
For these waters
Sunrise paints
The world,
Pale green and dusty
These are the soft hours
Mists rising
From grasslands
Gentle meadows
It smells like
Grass clippings,
Bright and green
And growing
These are the sunrises
Near the sea glass
Beaches
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