My eyes are closed, as I feel the breeze on my face.
This kiss is so soft, so smooth. It feels good.
I can smell the grass, some kind of flower,
and other things.
I hear a bird, or two, off in the distance, but mostly
I just hear the rustling of the grass, the dance of stems
moving with everything around me, touching my ankles.
Brushing against my skin, brings a light smile.
The sun, not so warm in the breeze of the hill, touches
me, all over. It fills me so. I live again.
When I open my eyes it all comes to me.
This wellspring of gifts, all for me.
All for all. Everything.
I will come back. I will come back again.
I only hope it will all still be here.
Maybe I should bring some one with me.
Maybe I should share this?
Maybe...maybe not?
