The sea of ocean,
An ocean of grass;
Each wave is moving
In a sacred mass.
A twirl of
An enchanting hue,
Green clashing
Against the blue.
Each and every
Single blade,
Bows in a chorus
The wind has made.
A smell of summer
Season Air,
Rolls the midland sea
Without despair.

Leslie Neiwert

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