• recluse 6w

    As I walk upon it, my tired feet feel free,
    From the chaos it travels daily,
    Grass gross my anxiety in itself,
    Grass gets me growing my confidence,
    As it grows easily anywhere,
    Even when stepped upon,
    It doesn't stop to be greener,
    Though sometimes it takes a while,
    As everyone does, learning to smile,
    And I can walk another mile,
    Feeling the soft grass under,
    Writing about its wonder.
    ©recluse