The Dancing Grassland

November 30, 2017

O’er silver skies per autumn days
And ‘tween the clouds and shadows’ stays
The green tsunami everlasting
Tickling the air with tongues of green
And up upon the trees, are casting
Darkness, shadows, strewn abroad
Wind breaks through this summer yawn
And dances with the tongues of green
And tastes the grassland dancing ‘tween
With feet dug deep beneath the body
Stuck in place, not free, but moving
Each are holding eachother's hands
All in all, the dancing grassland

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