Dreaming in grass

The sun is so warm, the grass so green. Lying here I rest my eyes for a little, just letting the world fill me with its wisdom. You told me that I could not do it, could not feel the life around me.

Why did you think that? Was it my red lips or the color on my lids? It doesn't matter because your were wrong. The tall reeds of the field tickle my skin as I let my mind drift down into the deep, dark earth. Nothing you can say will take from me my connection to the world