Isolate Ocean of Grass
In this great ocean, full of grass, I rest.
This field, the one place where I ration best.
I see some waves of reeds are rolling o’er this plain.
A picture like this shall unknown remain.
Remain inside this replica of seas.
I’m pondering where none shall ever see,
And then I hear the wind is whispering to me.
There does appear to be complete silence,
Well, save the wind and songs of birds, intense.
I look around, these birds show not their face.
I feel the warmth of sunlight in this place,
And all this warmth I joyfully embrace.
Not only do I hear, but feel the wind swoosh in,
As it does caress all my naked skin.
The wind so cool does complement the warmth.
