Burble Morning Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Rewind and unwind of tunes that noon the tread of the soul. Within the grass that harness the courage and ease the rage. Unraveling and unveiling pages of life that alike the tender and slender brush and hush upon the skin. Hiding the walk and talk within the depths of grass that a wind upon them sound alike hisses. Fright and tight sway and swirl of the soul that predestine with a long for the hemisphere. Awhile the sight into the distant beauty cutey the words that ease and sooth the depth of the soul.