Restore
Me
Sweet
dry scent of baking grass
I
stretch inhaling fragrance
I feel
your slender stalks
Gently
press against my skin
Warm
for a moment
Then
heat envelopes
Tempered
by cool breezes
As the
sun pours over me
Birds
whistle and chirp
Peaceful
and tranquil
Nature's
intensity dissolves mine
"Listen"
It calls to me
"Feel"
It calls to me
"Peace,
be calm rest"
Summer
day restore me
C. Lin Rawlins May 24 2000©
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