we stretch futher than the sky..
we fly but we forgot just how...
r--o---ll---i--n--g winds whisper ..... freedom...
just below the horizon the grass waves in it's subtle way..
to know it's alive..
to see it's animation..
it sings it's song the only way it knows how...
and we dream of life...
to make sense of it ..
we create our own hell
and condemn others to live in it
traces of understanding..
I think of this under the trees
many things that clutter my head
and it fills me with a shudder
the grass becomes so silent as if it's dissapperared
I contemplate my connections to the dirt