100 Summers / 1000 Winters
Restless, the grass beneath my feet
Holds stories perfumed by 100 summers,
Weathered by 1000 winters
Where its secrets wait
For spring's release to once again
Inform the slowly warming wind
Of its whispered litany
Lying green in blades of hushed grace.
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