Sleepy Grass Poem by Lindsay Marie Cheslock

Sleepy Grass



Prescious as the morning dew on its sleepy grass.
Like the songs of solidarity birds and their chirps.
The early bright warm sun is the reflection of my soul,
Early morning to be whom,
not even a cloud could dim this light, not even rain could wash it away,
It's as prescious as the morning dew on sleepy grass.

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