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Although, Standing Alone
Soft feathered waves amongst the sea of wind
 Collide against my open skin
 A tide of grass pulls me towards a state
 I'm becoming more familiar with.
 
 Mistaken we are
 We are yanked and pulled apart
 Our roots don't keep us grounded 
 This blade of grass can be replanted.
 
 The damp dank grass
 Across the plain
 Where animals graze
 Leaving an unpleasant stain.
 
 Keep me long and tall 
 Cut me short and stout
 Lame and sane
 Grass wont always be the same.
 
 Simple minded, although complex
 The outside doesn't make up with what's within
 The lines that lead to vines, intertwined 
 A blade of grass
 Show me what's within.
 
 Gazed upon by many eyes
 Escalated along sidelines
 Only seeing believes with both eyes
 Come and see the wave of grass, Look there's a tide.
 
 Open the door
 Open the window
 Even the roof
 For a spoof 
 Of the cascade of grass.
 
 Although water may surround it 
 Or maybe drown it 
 Rivers and lakes
 Streams and dreams
 Grass only holds the seams. 
 
 Smoke evokes from your burning soul, 
 The energy throughout your veins 
 The crimson core
 Cultivates others to do the same
 Like a pride
 The grass continued to rise.
 
 Grass is parched 
 Not in March
 Although June through August 
 Is full of dust.
 
 Rays of light
 Danced upon grass until night
 Dawn through dusk
 Rain is a must
 To keep these growing pains 
 From going insane.
 
 Euphoria filled the night 
 Noon to midnight
 Our bare feet 
 Tickled the grass
 One more night.
 
 Optimistic nor pessimistic,
 What is inside?
 Speak,
 For what the earth holds onto 
 To keep this grass sane.

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