My bed is warm
From the soft sun
Blushing through my window
I roll over, lazy bear
My bed smells of grass.
Grass I rolled in as a child
Laughing innocence sprinkles the air
Like dandelion seeds after you close your eyes
I don't want to get out of bed.
I breathe slowly, in and out,
Eating the scent.
My blankets smell of grass.
Recalling those long blissful afternoons
Our bare feet being tickled by the faint green strands
As I yank the grass with my chubby fingers, I feel cool.
I roll over in my bed.
I don't want to leave.
My pillow smells of grass.
Grass, fresh and piercing
After a tinkle of rain had came to visit
And I dance upon the grass
Twirling, words incoherent to the observer, but making beautiful sense to me
I sprawl and roll and sigh, and a tear creeps out of my eye.
Everything smells of Grass.