Grass

Wind breezes through hairs of grass
Softly and unhurriedly it caresses
Feeble body of grass so fragile
Feelings overwhelm now while
It lasts. 

Stones, storms, or whatnot is yet to
Come visit, biding their time to 
Strike. Singing their songs of life. 
Should you fear them so much, 
Fear not. 

We will work this out

4.6.2019