To lie down in soft, quiet green;
A sheltering shield of tall grass walls;
Cerulean ceiling above;
Head under cloud pillows;
My eyes' warm water droplets
Soaking the soil beneath
Enough to grow the grass high, higher, ever higher-
Tall enough to lean in together over me,
Closing the skylight of your eyes.
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