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John McCafferty Mar 2020
Look towards the simpler things
On a different frequency
The sun is shining
Sky is blue
Grass is green

Take time to sit then think

Form a rhythm
When in need
Breathe deeply
There is value to be found
from the free
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Maja Mar 2020
The world used to be so beautiful,
the sky so blue
and grass so green.

I don’t know what changed
but everything is different from what I’ve seen

nothing makes sense anymore
I don’t even know if left is left
or right is right.
all I know
is that I’ve lost my sense of sight

and sense of direction
as there is no sense

there is no connection
to the world

now through a screen
that used to be so beautiful
with a sky so blue
and grass so green
I don't know if the world changed, or me.
annh Dec 2019
Summer’s pine grass moves in sway,
Flat-backed on hard earth I lay,
To watch the wind walk.

‘I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars.’
- Walt Whitman
JT Nelson Dec 2019
Pasture hills sloping
Green blades rushing
Wave after wave flowing

Falling and rising
Following
Chasing

Sailing straight
Clouds ignoring
The grounded race below
I love the sight of the wind whipping through the grass on a hilly pasture
ox brome
laze his
trim and
tire infibulate
below and
water sink
his quinine
if she
arise pain
that spirit
heed the
noxious mud
where gastric
in her
bone only
a Bon
there seed
Poetic T Nov 2019
If the green grass wasn't washed up
                  on the shores of paradise.

I'd prefer to walk on the mud...
I wander if fake grass used so much has ever washed up on a far away place wondering at the laziness of those not content with nature and paving over it with suffocation.
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