Poem: The Grass is Soft
I lay here slipping
and look to the bright sky.
The grass feels so soft.
The sky begins to change.
Purples and pinks appear
with no single sound
They blend together
to form the night's blues and blacks.
Still, the grass is soft
A light catches my eye.
Dozens appear from no where
cover the night sky.
The air pricks my skin
like a cold hand grabbing me.
Still, the grass is soft.
The colors come back
the sun and warmth come too.
All but me are well.
My life is now gone
My body lies cold and stiff.
Still, the grass is soft.