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by Scott Cole May 7, 2017 category : Nature, environment / nature
To most simple minds It's just green grass, Boring little fellows That have no class. Laid back thrill seekers Blanketing the ground, On olive green recliners With best views in town. But they dare not sleep Their eyes are peeled, On everything happening Those views they steal. Those tiny ant infested Picnics beneath trees, Where invisible kisses Were secretly freed. Those soapy bubbles Not on a leash, Where baby footsteps Suddenly increased. Where falling raindrops Bounced out of sight, And shooting stars made Little eyes big and bright. Where bugs in a jar Ran through the night, With tiny little souls Glowing with delight. Where time stopped But the daylight flew, Past those green recliners With stunning views. Where old tireswings Dangle from trees, Where the wind feels So beautifully. Where fancy free Has no borders, And fresh ideas Are cut to order. Where dreams are launched And grass stains too, On those green pastures Where curiosity finds you.