The grass under my feet feels like a plush, verdant
carpet, made with fibres dyed with multiple hues of emerald green and brown earth,
The grass blades absorb all my worries,
and send back ripples of bliss, in an osmotic symphony composed by Mother Nature herself.
When I stand bare foot on a patch of grass,
I can feel the Earth communicating to me
in that ancient language that doesn't require words
to be spoken, or gestures to be understood;
My ears that have been attuned to the blaring voices of a Metropolitan life, can finally hear the silenced, yet perplexingly loud voices of Nature again.