Grass overdue for a trimming.

Home to gleaming morning dew,

Steadily reflecting the dim glow of a changing sunset.

Gentle rays of sunlight 

Surround me from all directions,

Embracing me like a warm blanket.

A feeling only heightened by

The solid ground beneath me.

I journey further into the field,

As the glow cast upon these illusions begin to fade,

And shadows overtake this picturesque scene.

Suddenly minutes turn into hours and

I now find myself having journeyed far too deep.

When I come to I am dazed by the foreign land I have ventured upon.

Gradually the ground beneath me begins softening with each step I take.

Its dirt turns into mud,

And in what feels like no time at all I am knee deep in it.

Struggling to walk, to move.

Struggling,

This seems to tighten its grip.

Howling wind that weaves its way through,

scattered pieces of thick grass above me,

Can be heard from miles away.

When you are on solid ground,

But, I am not.

Soon muffled howls are the only reminder,

That there is a world above me.

I am now consumed in mud

And it feels as if

I am blind to the world yet

Could I ever see?

Days go by of constant struggling

Before I am able to fight my way up out of the ground.

I am immediately greeted by blinding rays of sunlight assaulting my eyes.

It takes me a minute to refocus my gaze

But, when I do I find myself in a vibrant field 

In awe of the beauty I failed to recognize.

Sometimes it’s just so hard to see.