Monday, August 25, 2025

Grass

In the early morning breeze,

The grass twinkles and hums

Conversing and communing,

Mingling with everyone;

The insects,

Worms, 

The wind,

And the sun

Alive and radiant,

Shining—

Giving without asking for anything in return,

Accepting with no expectation, 

And a beauty for the eyes to behold
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