grass

Happiness to me is lying in this grass..
I like how green it is...
Wen I turn over.. All I'm staring at ..
is it's green-ness..
A perfect blend of just green..
It makes me happy thinking about the grass..
I like the way it smells..
Something so crisp..
so raw..
This is wat nature smells like I wonder..
closing my eyes, i let my brain smell it..
The smell makes me high...
Reminds me of your hair..
I can hear you sing a faint song..
Love the tune..
Lose the reality...
I lie on this grass all the time..
Because it is not bothered by me..
It always is welcoming..
Sometimes I feel it wraps me around it..as sleep engulfs me.
The grass makes me happy.

Hdk