Beauty’s Routine

There’s something about the way the tips of the grass shimmer

The dew from the night before rising up and becoming thinner

As if the bright morning sky is setting those little tips on fire

Creating a blanket of flames across the field as the sunrise gets higher

And when the sun comes up and the dew disappears

The grass sways with the wind as if to music it hears

They dance all day in the warmth of the sun

Until the day is over and they’ve had their fun

And at the end of the night their tired spines bend

Until they perk up the next morning to dance all over again

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