Poem / Grass

8:16pm Love

To better connect with nature I
lay naked on the grass,
while green mother Earth pricked
my big un-tanned ass. 
And as she swallowed me whole I thanked the worms
going back up - the least of our concerns.
So warm and comfy, covered in dirt
not needing a sweater, a polo, or shirt.

Only smelling grass while cutting
it was nice to smell it while enjoying -
almost forgetting my glasses on
the backyard lawn.