I DO think things and I DO enjoy.
In my mind I see myself
On a green hillside where the bright green grass is tall and strong.
The wind jostles it back and forth.
And I sit there and enjoy the air and the sun shining on my face.
And I watch that grass with not a care in the world and I wonder
why I am here and then I realize in an instant that
it is so that I can see that grass.
I can write now about the wind
blowing the grass with melodious strokes.
Surely others have written before of grass in the wind
and maybe they have done it more eloquently.
But I am here now to write about the grass that I wish
so badly that I could see.
