When the soul lies down in that grass, the world is too full to talk about… RUMI
…to lie on
a lush lawn
freshly cut
stalks
sprigs
growing
weeds
rise tall
blade
upon blade
a pasture
grazing
green
soft wet
fens with
dragonfly
rushes &
marsh
land
reeds
bending
slightly
breezes
shifting
between
wild life
fields
rolling hay
rye, rice
cereal
feed us
wheat
berry
dancing
white
powdered
straws &
eating
sugarcane
fests!
Lisa Rivas © 2008
To me a lush carpet of pine needles or spongy grass
is more welcome than the most luxurious Persian rug. Helen Keller