Below the tall grass

Lying below the tall grass that waves to cool brisk breezes that play along the sky. The clouds a grey tinted fluff that morphed and shifted shape complementing the steely blue sky that hardened its shade the further up you look. The firm ground, a steady reminder that I won’t float away in the depth of thought. I grasp at my floral bed, straining the bleeding blades of green betwixt my finger tips. Work, play, eat, sleep, stop, think, too live. Life, it’s speeding into a field and hiding for only the hum of the cicadas to find.