Let's hide behind a blade of grass,
We're infinite yet still so small,
While running from a bumble-bee,
You'll grasp the vastness of it all.
And just beneath the lichens,
Where I'll find you or you'll find me,
I'm an acorn in a bed of moss,
Where cotyledons break the seed.
I had a migraine while writing this, so it might be weird.
This may sound awfully strange, but every time I read your poems in silence ( in my head) your voice is that of a man.
hehe, nothing bad with that but I find it interesting. I like that you seem to focus on meter. It has this beat. But not just the beat, the content is thought provoking. Sorry, to not leave an interpretation, I could but I too have a headache at the moment and thinking intensifies it. However, I like your poem.