Olive Green Recliners:

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.