The grass is still green, i sit back and watch the sun.. It is lovely when it smiles. For me he makes light, to make the wind blow and touch my eyelashes. I feel lighter than a feather in air, how beautifully it lifts me and takes me with it. An ardent persona that i felt around me when I smelled the chlorophyll. It is spring, and i see a pink butterfly, on a strawberry. A mesmeric view, that always made me smile again from all the bad times i faced. My tear on a rose leaf is more valuable when it shines like a pearl there, so pure and superfluous. Away from this supercilious world i wish to subside with a polecat, to smell the less skunk blood which is not stale like the human one. I learnt to reciprocate in the grass lands not the door jammed skyscrapers. Somebody stole my world, destroyed it without my knowledge. It was horrifying how i could not reconcile with my soul which was abandoned from breathing the air it owned. My pixie land destroyed. They stare back for i have sharp ears.. I am alienated in my own domain. I just wonder, how do i still smile so genuin unlike them?
