awakening

the day the grass

fells the heat

burning sun

lays naked

breathless

exotic

new found consciousness

amidst bed of green meadow

a very familiar setting

slowly entwines its leaves

the roots on a nearby tree

make sweet embrace

welcoming

dawn of hope

whimpers heard no more

birds chirping

singing

happiest songs

longing

becomes a reality

grass bends

unto the ground

melting, absorbing

becoming part

a  green meadow

in one’s heart

1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. womanclergy
    May 12, 2011 @ 15:47:41

    The poem was written in March 8, 1998, IWD ( International Women’s Day)

    Reply

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