grass

More greenish topics my blog is green though.

A blade of lush.
A quiver which trembles under a blow.
Not meant just a flick.
Of a beetle yet it loses all life.
The weight of thought fury, terrifes it.
When a sharp blade comes rumbling towards.
The mashing screaming cuts it down.
Grass grows back greener than before.
A lot like an innocent.


Ok i hope this is ok bit nervous about [send out to world wide web, seems heartless]

New

Spring all new no more dead things.
trees will burst full of green
daises and buttercups grow underneath
the sun will warm my feet
i will throw my shoes off
sunhats sunglasses
sunscreen and sand
the smell of mown grass
sunburn
lemonade glass
icecubes
rain
almost summer still here
so much more in spring than ever more