Laying within the tallest grass field– That yellow star's daddy long-legs grazing with a warm solar breeze playing shades of hide and seek into a child's mind, full waxing waking to an offset world more than small discovery that farms in grains of time and space where ants prepare empire beetles' carapace form beep their horn navigating, root bound, primal paths ignorant of overt oblivions to come go with candy eyed curiosity prostrate in solace on an altar of life waiting to be found