The sharp blades of wild growing spring grass flat beneath my weight

Shaping along the edges and curves of my body

Hugging me, giving me a slight feeling of safety, even in a wide open space

The sun hiding as the clouds make their first spring debut

Soft gray and light white intertwined as the soaring birds making the canvas theirs

Don't blink you'll miss it, the peace, the perpetual beauty

A soft cool breeze blowing the strands of hair from the curves of your face

This is it, this is home.