December 27, 2009
The grass whispers to me.
Telling me stories of old.
The wind sings in my ear,
Of life, love and happiness
The toadstools grumble at my passage
Their deep earth sound resonates in my head.
The Moon smiles at me, pleased with the
Peace I bring this little place.
I sit in the grass
I’m overwhelmed, with the shouts
Of the greenery around me
“He sat here once” it says
“Right over there”
“Visit me!”
“Hush silly” scolds the wind and the grass quiets
I lay my head on a toad stool, He mumbles “Hello.”
“Stay stay.” Pleads the moon and I shake my head
They know I must go,
But it matters not
This is my home, my life, my soul,
This is where I belong.
“Ill return” I whisper and then I’m gone

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